THE VALENTINE WREATH.

BY MoNTGoM ERY.
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With the light Of morning,


Beautious clouds in ather clear,
All the east adorning;


While through mist the meadows shine,
Wake my love, my Valentine. 81
For thy locks Of raven hue,


Flowers of hoar frost pearly,
Crocus cups of gold and blue,


Snow drops dropping early,
With Mezereon springs combine s'


Rise, my love, my Valentine.
O'er the margin Of the food
u Pluck the daisy peeping; ..
Through the coveret of the wood,


Hunt the sorrel creeping;
: With the little celandine,


Crown my love, my Valentine.
Pansies on their lovely stems,


Scatter'd DER the fallows;
Hazel buds with crimson gems,


Green and glossy sallows;
Tuft and moss and ivy twine


Deck my love, my Valentine.
! Few and simple fowrets these;


Yet to me less glorious,
Garden beds and orchard trees


Since this wreath, victorious,
Binds you now forever mine,


On my love, my Valentine.