For tho Columbian Fountain
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For tho Columbian Fountain
TO MISS r. A. NJ, OF H D.,
On presenting to the author a bunch o., fopers.'
Lady, appreciate thy gift Of flowers;
Sweet emblem Of thyself they are the bowers
Bore none more beautiful or rich than they
Their flushing features look'd SO sweet--so
N. gay.


i would they'd bloom forever-hat their
Fragrance aye might float upon the air,
So could have a token Of regard from thee
From thine own hand, when shall not thee
Fair lady, midst the fairest ones that cling
To beauty's trellis, none there are that fling
Their tendrls round il, than thee more sweet
The fragrance Of thy virtues all do greet.
A thoughts connected with their beauteous
bloom
That makes me sad-they'Il find an early


tomb;


Their crimson brows now opening to the dew
And sun. must fade-must lose their blushing
hue. ra
How emblematical is this Of human life!
The lovliest features fade with fearful strife
Some rude hand plucks US from the stem
That bears US, lady, we wither-die we then.
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humbly hope, that when thy crimson'd


cheek
Is pale, and beauty liest with thee in clay,
Immortal beauty may Thy features deck
In heaven--and bloom in endless day.


DJALMA, JR.