Which, when the lengthen'd shadows fall
Like soft dreams o'er the earth,
And all around a sabbath reigns
As at creation's birth,
Burst the magic bands of clay,
And greet with smiles the sun's last ray.
Miss M. E. Lee.
5. The chaste camelia's pure and spotless bloom,
That boasts no fragrance, and conceals no thorn.
W. Roscoe.