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 Copyright 1887, by 
 
 H. GUGGENHEIMER. 
 
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 It was in the prime 
 Of the sweet Spring-time. 
 In the linnet's throat 
 Trembled the love-note, 
 And the love-stirred air 
 Thrilled the blossoms there. 
 Little shadows danced, 
 Each a tiny elf, 
 Happy in large light 
 And the thinnest self. 
 
 George Eliot. 
 
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 I think of thee 
 At evening, thee 
 By shadowed stream, 
 In twilight beam ; 
 Where thinkest thou of me ? 
 
 I think of thee, 
 Sweet pain to me 
 It is, and fears 
 And anxious tears ; 
 How thinkest thou of me ? 
 
 Matthisson. 
 
inline. 
 
 There's a smile on thy lips, dear one 
 Like the gleam from a sunny sky 
 
 On a mirrored lake, 
 
 When its waters break 
 Into ripples, and dimple by. 
 
 Yet 'tis sweet, in the sunny beam 
 To sail over some placid stream, 
 
 As away we glide 
 
 On the sunny tide, 
 Of bowers of roses to dream. 
 
 E. G. L. 
 
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 I think of thee when daylight is ending 
 And sunset's rare glories have died on the plain 
 
 When Love's evening star from her throne is descending 
 To lave her sweet face in the foam of the main. 
 
 I think of thee when daylight is breaking 
 
 And dawn's tender promise is kindling the skies, 
 
 When Love's morning star in the east is awaking 
 
 With new light and life in her beautiful eyes, 
 
 y. G. Clark. 
 
Jplue^ tlje piov/er^. 
 
 From the flowers round thy feet 
 Pluck one star-eyed blossom, sweet, 
 Winter comes with rain and sleet 
 Pluck them now, dear one ! 
 
 Dreams were made to fade and die 
 Prove them all before they fly. 
 
 Twine a wreath of flower and song; 
 For the future drear and long, 
 Love will make the faint heart strong 
 Twine them now, dear one ! 
 
 C. T. U. 
 
fcoVe'j immortality- 
 
 Oh the gladness and glory 
 
 Of life and of time 
 When love's dual story 
 
 Is told in one rhyme ! 
 
 When one face is pictured on brain and on eye, 
 
 And one name is written on rainbow and sky ; 
 
 When the robins sing love through all seasons and changes, 
 
 And the years rise before us like green mountain ranges. 
 
 Anon. 
 
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 Tis Valentine ! O Love, how bright 
 
 The amethystine skies ; 
 How fair each leaf and bud and spray 
 
 When seen through lover's eyes ! 
 
 O silver stars of murmuring eves, 
 
 O moonlight on the ivy leaves, 
 
 Fair, fair your sheen,— but Oh ! the gleamim 
 
 Of lovelight in your fond eyes beaming ! 
 
 Clarence Urmy. 
 
lli^t ho fou 
 
 Just outside thy window 
 
 I listening stand, 
 The starlight is kissing 
 
 The silver robed land, 
 The rose-angels bathing 
 
 The roses with dew, 
 The sky and the violets 
 
 Plighting anew, 
 i I plight to you 
 
 My Valentine. 
 
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