THE FLOWER GARDEN
Two children wander, hand in hand entwined,
On scented turf, and where the laughing flowers
Dye, with rich sunset hues, the beds and borers,
And touch with perfume every loitering wind.
Oh! ye, to whom
the elements are kind!
Fair boy! whom graceful fancies fairer make;
Fair girl! whom never earnest smiles forsake
What happier, holier lovers can we find?
Pause in your play, and be eternal now!
Still mix your hair where golden sunlight gleams
O'er peach-like cheeks, amid the lustrous glow
Of eyes, like two blue heavens in sleepy streams!
We gaze; the earlier Eden blooms below,
The loves of angels are no longer dreams.
--Children's Summer.
Monmouthshire Merlin, 18 March 1853 (Supplement) page 2
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