Classic Poem

I BRING thee a chaplet of roses bright,
Whose leaves are impearled with the dews of night,
I bring thee the meek-eyed violet blue,
The jessamine sweet, and the woodbine too.

I have gathered the virgin lily pale,
Whose quiet home is the peaceful vale;
And the modest daisy fresh and gay,
An offering meet for this happy day.

Touched by the breath of the summer air,
Lovely and pure is the smile they wear;
Now they are shedding that smile for thee —
Friendship and hope shall its emblems be.