De Hollandsche Lelie. Jaargang 19

To Stella.

Thy love is like the flowery scent
That permeates the summer air,
It rises from the sweetest source
And spreads it's fragance everywhere.

Thy love is like the soft sea wind
That lull's the tired waves to rest,
It cool's the brow, it still's the pain
And wheresoe'er it comes is blest.

Thy love is like a sacred hymn
That floats aloft on aerial wings,
It takes our soul above this world
And makes us dream of better things.

W. MEISCHKE - SMITH.

Roses red and Roses white.

I will send a bunch of roses,
Freshly gathered, to my love
Let the white ones speak of friendship
Let the red ones speak of love
...............
Now I wonder which will please thee
Is it red or is it white?
If it's love then wear the red one
If but friendship wear the white

But if thou ar't undecided
Wear both roses white and red
Let the white rose speak of friendship
And of coming love the red.

W. MEISCHKE - SMITH.