From the Boston Pearl. SERENADE.
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BY R. SHELTON MACKENZIE. Thou art lovelier than the springing A0f a flower in sunny June; Thy sweet voice is like the singing Of the night-birds to the moon; Thine eyes have all the brightness Of the golden birth of dawn, And thy foot the bounding lightness Of a wood-nymph's on the lawn. There is beauty in each feature

 Of thy mind illumined face, And l love thee as creature

 Full of majesty and grace. Like the on-rush of a river,

 Arrow-darting by it's shore, :. Is the tide of love which ever

 Flows to thee, dear Leonor.