THE BLOOM OF LOVE!

Romance by the little stream,

Where the wild-rose blooms so fair;

Oh, who would mar that happy dream

I see enacted there?

Beauteous orioles are they —

Little timid, tongueless birds —

Each listening to the voiceless lay,

Love strives to put in words.

Roses drop their petals round;

In the air a sweet perfume;

Till time no longer baffles sound —

Eternal love hath burst its bloom!