p 0 E r Y ,

THE WINTER NOSEGAY.
{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
{"character_count": 808, "word_count": 151, "ccnet_language_score": [0.9505000114440918], "ccnet_perplexity": [2028.0999755859375], "fasttext_language": ["en"]}
BY L. II. sIGoURNEY.
Flowers, fresh flowers, with your fragrance free,
Have you come in your queenly robes TO me'
Me have we sought from your fair retreat,
With your greeting lips and your dewy feet,
And the heaven-ward glance of your radiant eye,
Like angeEguests from purer sky.
But where did ye hide when the frost came near,
And your many sisters pale with fear1
Where did ye hide with cheek as bright
As cleaned amid Eden's wales of light,
Ere the wiles Of the tempter its bliss had shamed
Or the terrible sword DER its gateway famed'
Flowers, sweet flowers, with your words of cheer,
Thanks to the friend who hath brought you here,
For this may her blossoms of varied dye
Be the earliest born meath the vernal sky,
And she be led by their whispered lore
To the love of that land where they fade no more