“Some one sent me with his love,—
Take me, I implore!”
—ANONYMOUS.
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears,
And where the ground is bright with friendship’s tears,
Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue,
Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
—WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
We shall be, as we are,
(Still breathes the secret strain)