We trust an expanded mission
Will fill us with joy to the brim,
As we ramble the fields of glory,
With genial and faithful friend Tim.
THE UNWRITTEN LETTER.
On receiving sprigs of Forget-me-not and Lilly-of-the-Valley in envelope, through mail, with no note or name inclosed.
In form it was a letter,
Unique in its every part,
The expression could not be better,
For it touched my inmost heart.
No pen had marred its beauty,
No ink had traced a line,
It did its silent duty
Like a messenger divine.
Upon its page was written
No English, French, nor Greek;
But a universal language
That only flowers can speak.
The colors were pure whiteness
And heavenly tints of blue,
Excelling all the brightness
That art can bring to view.
The Lily-of-the-Valley
And sweet Forget-me-not,
That grow where perfumes dally
In sweet secluded spot,
When sent to tell some story
That words cannot express,
Are fraught with special glory
And richest tenderness.