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A Toast.
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With all its dear memories laden,
With all of my heart that is worth,
And pledge thee, O! exquisite maiden,
Then dash the poor goblet to earth,
To shatter in pieces and perish,
Yet sacred for ever to be,
For each broken fragment shall cherish
A deathless remembrance of thee.


A Query.
I sowed the desert with my tears,
Some hidden good was in it,
For at my feet a garden sprang,
Full-blossomed in a minute.

The great magnolia's creamy cups
Poured forth their passion fumes,
And ruddily—above the grass—
Shone tall carnation blooms.