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inorc.nr portrait.

'T^H IX K von an artist could
-'■ Ever portray
Ni^^ fit's calm and silence, — or
Sunlight's quick ray ?

Or, could a poet' s pen

Haiie such rare poivcr
E'er to interpret the

Thought of a Jiozver?

Think you the art of man
Hath the fine grace

Ever to picture the

Smile on God's face?

Art hath no pigment , — no

Language can trace
The infinite sweet Jiess that
Shines from her face.

In the great deeps of her

Wonderful eyes,
Lo ! an unspeakable

Tenderness lies ; —

Longing, compassion, and

Helpfulness bleJid
In one desire, life's

Ills to befriend ;

Love, that approafes her Gods

Messenger sent.
That through her vision. His

Veil might be rent ;

That lozie divine, that is

Far abo7'e ken, —
Father and Mother and

Savior of men ;

Such a great love for the
World, and for me, —

Heart is iiplifted, and
Bended the knee.


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COPYRIGHT 1897, &/ JAMC6 T.WhITC 2, CO. .

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1/f/H(^ "'C'tiis tlu- Jtirn'cr-hordftcii palhs of Love

With soul iUtutitd to X.ituri's soti^, learns that
The hand of Ltn'e is hut the Hand of God.
O Mother Heart, thy liwe has found the 11 'ay,
'/'he Truth, the IJfe; has banished SiiA-ness, Sin
.hid lieath ; upon thy gentle bosom Tear
Is soothed a^vay, and Sorrmu comforted ;
'Thy healinf^ hand is stretched o'er all the "u-orld
In Itnuuj^ benediction : — of a truth
That hand of Lm>e must be the Hand of God.
And, as the ivise men in the olden time
ISrout^ht f^ifts to Lo7>e, neivborn in Hethlehetn,
So, at the feet of Iawc, a i^rateful it'orld
Its homat^'e ami its reference lays attain.
While earth a, id Heaven unite to sav " . linen."


TT VER V heart has its annwersary days. It keeps
J~L some oj them in the company of its friends, but
many of them it keeps in its secret chamber alone,—
save perhaps for the companionship of tears. But
tears are the handmaidens of Joy as well as of Sor-
row, and are often delightful companions. It is these
unacknotuledged anniversaries that are here commem-

But these anniversary Memories are more than
merely commemorative ; they lead the heart upward,
step by step, through the various phases of human af-
fection, fro?n its delicious awakening, its tender
avowal, its chastening fareiuell, its tr listing "/
wait," to heights of spiritual experience, from whose
summits the spiritual sense looks over into the prom-
ised land of God's love, and perceives thai Love is the
all of life — a7id God.

These fragrant memories are Nature's lullabies,
with which she smoothes her children's restless pil-
lows, and sefids them smiliiig to their final sleep. But
they take flight at the noise and bustle of this work-a-
day world, and are reluctant to return, for all the
heart's enticonent.

It is the purpose of this little 7'olumt to prepare for
these heart memories an abiding place, to which it
tnay charm them back, and, perchance, betray them
to captivity.





" Eaih luarl recalUJ a different name.
But all sang ' Annie Laurie.' "

yl XOTH EK leaf in ttfc'i my si cr ions Book
"^^ To-day is tiniifd. O friend lit-hnuu/, I leave
II it it you these humble fhm'ers to mark the pa^e.
If haply they may ^^i-'e a perfume to
The place i^'liich shall make fragrant all its leaves.





I^i \f \ I Froniispiece — Rescued Me>Nories.


Admiration — Nasturtium.

Enchantment — Wistaria.

Entanglement — Colu>nbine.

Aspiration — Violets.

Reminiscence — Trailing .Arbutus.

Delight — Hepatica.

Noel — Leafless Branch.

D EVOTION — Clematis.

Serenade — Locust.

Companionship — Ceanothus.

Congeniality — Artemesia.

H OMAGE — iVemophila.

Besiowal — Stra^vberry.

Entreaty — Sweet Pea.

GREETING^yJ/ci/Zt' Leaf.

Refusal — Snoiv Plant.
Dejection — Cyclamen.
Solicitude — Mariposa Lily.
B EN ED ictio N — Rhododendron.
Endearment — Hellebore.
Abnegation — Veronica.
Flirtation— A'tv/ Roses.
'Pl¥..\UI'SG— California Rose.



ProTKSTATION Fritillaria
CuNKKSsioN - J'roUius.
\\v.\\i.(yv\\K\. — Griipe Vine.

Ci iNCK ATll.A TION— /V/^/ lAlv.
M A K K I At ; K — Or,rn:;r Blossom.
Ei'lTilAl.AMilM — Daisy.
1 1 < ) N K Y Moon — Htliotrope.
SkI'AKAI ION —Olivc- Brnnih.

R K M K M II K A N ( ' K - Wild Kose.

Patermtv — Lotus.
CiiRisTKMNG — Lily oj tilt- J'iilhy.
ANNIVKKSAKY —Gfysi-r l.ily.
Q^^\}S'iV.\.— Monkshood.
Rki'RosI'K( iroN —Apple Blossom.
Twil.lGUr -Diiliini.
hVi.\.Kh\ — Ciili/orniii Poppv.
Trust -/rr.
I : Envoi.


N'kw Ykar -Siixi/nii^i-.

Si. Va I. km ink's Dw—Dinnt/nis.

EaSIKR Eiislt-r Lily.

May \i\\ - Pyrola.

HiK IIIPAY - .Miinztinitn.

CkYsi Ai. VVkihhnc. - Gi-n/iiii/.

S 1 1 . V K R W K I > I ) I N r. - ( ■(/ rdinti I Flo;i<cr.

Goi.DKN WKlimNG— M7///i- Thorn.

Til ANKsr.iviNc, — Kdihoeiss.

Chris IM AS- Chrysnnthiinu'i.

KVKN IIDK — Whitt- Kosf










'"T^ HESE flowers gnmi by every wayside, but are
(nierlooked by many, and by some are mistaken
for weeds. But w/iet/ier called weeds or flowers, they
illustrate the various aspects and phases of affection
which blossom in every life, and which, if properly
nurtured, will make more habitable the chambers
of memory.


ast tici'if lift- It ?


^O Arciuh' ha

Then lei me give /he mystic key.
The pass-word (hat sliall take thee in
To .Ircaiiy.

LOl'E, — LtK'e that icorketJt cJtarity;

That lioldeth all mankind as kin;
'That beareth hitman sympathy.

LiK'e is the only door therein;

And Lo7'e, the " open sesame,"
U'here/y thou may'st an entrance luin
To Arcadv.

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" Szvee/esl eyes were ever seeti,'
is the refrain of a sonnet by
Camoens to his sweetheart.


" O WEETEST eyes were ever seen.'
^^ Could the Poet e'er devise
Daintier praise tlian gave Catrine
Sweetest eyes.-*

And which are the sweetest e\es.''
Soft and melting, lustrous, keen,
Merry, — or demure and wise ?

Eyes that shine with light serene,
Mirrored from Love's happy skies-
■3 Like thine own, dear — are, I ween
Sweetest eyes.


E touch of her dear hand,
So sweet and tender.
All I liow can I withstand
The touch of her dear hand.'
Nor can I understand

Wliat cliarni dotli render
Tlie touch of her dear hand
So sweet and tender.

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After Herrick.

BEE-KISSED Columbine,
Tell this sweet friend of mine
That she,
Like thee,
Hath ruby lip
Where I would sip,

Like wanton bee.
And too, like thee.
She bends her lily head.

And smiles, but ties
My heart with subtle thread.
Drawn from her eyes.
She prisons me.
But then, ah me !
Her durance takes from me
All wish for liberty.

Her sweet bond blesses me.
Her smile caresses me,

And in her gentle heart I lie
At rest.
By Love's delicious lullaby.


Al /"OULD I were a violet
" ' To lie on her breast,
Could I keep inviolate,
If I were a violet,
The secret that triolet

But partly confessed ?
Would I were a violet

To lie on her breast.

R I-, M I N 1 S C E N C E.

lU )\'\'. llu- roar of ihc crowded street.

Above the tramp of luirryiiit,' feet.

I lieard a flowcr-sc'ller cry,

• .Xrbulus Blossoms. Who will buv"'"
.■\rbulus Hlossoms. They were the flowers

Tluil j^rcw in boyhood's liaj)py hours. —

The flowers we souj^hl for the May-day


.\iid ke|»l tlie l)est for our sweetheart's hair.

How little tlic flower-seller knew

What wealth of fragrance in them grew I

To him they were simply Arbutus Flowers;

To me, llie memories of j^oldcu hours.

And so I send them to you. t«) wear
A^ain, in the old-time way, in your hair ;

Tis the old-lime gift, with the old-time

My heart has ever been npe.iting.

IMPLY a touch of the hand,
One little word;
Sunshine spread over the land;
Then sang- a bird.


Sunshine may give place to rain,
Hope be deferred;

But through the heart's loss and pain,
Still sings the bird.

A C/iime.

'T^ HE Chi'tstmas bells in sweet chimes still

J\iitg, ''Peace on earth, to tnen good luill.''

May His peace rest on thee, and keep

For thee that happy, bUssful sleep

He giveth His beloved ; and bless
Thee with abiding happiness.

The C/iristinas bells ring s-veet and clear
The lot'ing thoughts of all the year.

Dear friend, at " Merrie Christmas" time.
This wish for thee comes with the chime

Of Christmas bells, which bring to me
Such sweet remembrances of thee.

T!ing out, ring out, O happy bells.

The circling love Christ's birth foretells .'

And waft to her the chimes that well

From every belfry tower, and tell

Her how my heart with love now swells.
To hear again these Christmas bells.

Ring out, sweet bells, the Peace that dzcells
Above, and love in us coinpels !

Tell her my thoughts can ne'er abide

Apart from her at Christmas tide;

But, lilce the Love the season tells.
Enfold her heart, sweet Christmas bells!

T N days gone by these wild flowers fair
-^ Were made sweet messengers to bear
My homage and fond thoughts to you —
If perad venture they might woo
Your maiden fancy unaware.

To me these sweet-breathed blossoms bear
Reminders still of that fond care
For you, which in my bosom grew
In days gone by.

Your gentle look they seem to wear,
And in their beauty I compare

The old-time charm they bring anew.

I wonder if they bring to you
The message they were wont to bear
In days gone by ?


TN the soft, still night,
*■ Ere sweet sleep has sealed the eyes
When fond thoughts sing light

Their delicious lullabies,
I would tune Love's song

Thy reluctant heart to win.
To the soft, caressing music
Of the Spanish mandolin.

Safe in Love's arms lie,

By his happy songs caressed;
For the stars and I

Ever sentinel thy rest.
May through all thy dreams

Run a melody, akin
To the soft, caressing music

Of my Spanish mandolin !

f%^&f><'»^'" *


The Carnival is past.
The grand procession of illustrious knights
And stately dames, and all that dazzling throno-
In mimic dress and motley garb, are gone.
But in my heart a silent, yet more gay
Procession still keeps trooping by — of sweet
And happy mem'ries — lighted by the glow,
And gracious charm of your entrancing smile.
And keeping step to the soft melody
Of your remembered words. These memories.
Dear heart, are thoughts of you, which fill my sou]
With an intenser joy than all that rare
And brilliant scene, and make my daily life
One Carnival.

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-: N I A L I T ^' .

so near each other sail
i Other's signal light,
ne another's hail,

Likf ships llial pass i'tlu- nij^ht ?


O WEET friend to you this valentine
^^ I send, — your thoughts to woo,
While it in gentle phrase bears mine,
Sweet friend, to you.

'Tis but an unpretending line

To mark the day, and pay anew
My homage at Love's happy shrine.

But why to-day send word or sign,

When every day and moment too,
My heart sends loving valentine,

Sweet friend, to you.



SUCH as I have give 1 to thee;
No stately epic fit to be
Sung for the world's approving ear;
No lullaby, to charm a tear
From wistful eyes that watch for me.

Simpiv a thous^ht — hut sent to thee
In fliiily i)L'iicdicite —

That old-tinic thought —the best of, dear,
Such as I have.

Hut ("ouldst thou know how tenderly
This constant tliought enfoldetii thee.

The lengthening years would bring no fear,

However far. I would seem near,
.And might, perchance, bring thoughts to tiiee
Such as 1 lia\e.

ABIDE with me, O gentle guest.
Thy presence brings to me sweet rest;
Thy hands bring soothing to my brow;
Thy words such sympathy avow,
Thy going leaves me all unblest.

Still fairer shall thy bower be dressed;
Anticipated each request;

One song thy life shall be, if thou
Abide with me.

I would not longer have thee guest;

I cannot hold thee uncaressed

So near my heart: Sweet love be thou
My bride; Love's tend'rest name allow,

And ever in his happy nest

Abide with me.

/^~\ LITTLE birds who sing so much,
^-^ Teach me the secret of your art,
That my poor songs, like yours, may touch
Her heart !

Come from your flowery retreat.

And in your song my message bear
To her, who is so gentle, sweet

And fair!

With sweetest songs, and pinions fleet,

Fly to her window far away.
And her reluctant ear entreat,

And say ; —

' We bear Love's greetings on our wings —

Fond wishes, that this day renew
The happy flowers Memory brings
To you:

That their sweet fragrance e'er may bless
Your heart; charm all your tears away,
And bring you perfect happiness

For aye! "

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T/T/^HEXlai>e is done, is Nature's sigh.

The Poet saith, " With dying sun
The world's light dies." But all things die
When love is done: —

Ambition's skies turn dark and dun;

The birds of trustfulness fly by;
Hope's blossoms wither one by one.

What does the world's praise signify?
Or, if its prizes may be won ?
For me — I only wish to die

When lo\e is done.

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T IKE one of these, Art hath not made
•*— ' Apparel that our eyes can please ;
Even Solomon was not arrayed

Like one of these.

Consider how thev grow in ease

And gladness, dancing in the glade
Like butterflies upon the breeze.

Then be not thou with burdens weighed ;

If He a flower's need o'ersees,
Thou, too, shalt on His care be laid

Like one of these.

•n^l^t"! >f

F words of cheer

1 have not said,

Think not, my dear.

Affection's dead;

For every day my thoughts send thee

The poet's " Benedicite:" —

With love that flows

From Heaven above,
And peace bestows.
With such a love
As thou mayst hear, and I may say,
I greet thee, dearest, far away.



r^ROM your cheek a kiss I have dared to take,
-*■ Now give me one for its own sweet sake.
There is naught for which I so much care,
As one little kiss in which you share.
And, given and taken in mutual desire,
It awakens in each that ineffable lyre
That smgs— and sings on, in such exquisite strain
That the world is forgot with its sorrow and pain.
It lightens one's toil, it brightens one's eyes,
j)^ And opens the gates of Paradise.



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r^OR your dear sake my love would fain
-*■ Forever have your heart remain
As light and innocent and pure
As when we met, and kept secure
From every thought of wrong and stain.

Though passion may my heart enchain,
I will these errant thoughts restrain —
Will ev^ery wayward wish abjure,
For your dear sake.

And, though the road lead through the rain

Of tears, in striving to attain

The goal above temptation's lure,
My love this trial will endure —

Will welcome every loss and pain.

For )our dear sake.

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TV TO marvel the Spanish stranger,
^ ^ Enslaved by your queenly air.
Sent daily his v'otive roses
To grace your room and hair.

I, too, confess to this bondage;

And the charm of that fragrant delight,
1 would bring again in my roses

To your waiting heart to-night.

What witchery is in rose scent !

What rapturous delight is ours,
When the incense of Love's devotion

First replaces the scent of the flowers!

Ah well! that rare cnchanttnent
For us both, perliaps, is dead;

But I would that tlie Sefior's roses
Were somehow mine instead.

And so J send you these flowers
To rewaktn that exquisite glow,

When the roses of tlie Sefior

Breathed their homage long ago.

.\nri I dare to wisii, as I leave them
In the old time way at your shrine.

That the charm of the Sefior's roses
Might be transferred to mine.


T^HIS lovely rose I send Roundel.

'^ Saved from December's snows
Will not thy heart befriend

This lovely rose?

Its leaves sweet thoughts inclose,
Which richer fragrance lend
Than were it a mere rose.

Its sweet-breathed tale, dear friend,

Must my fond heart disclose.
Canst thou not comprehend
This lovely rose ?


An Idvl, a 7vord formed froifi the
initials of the quotation.


T LOVE you, dear," forever be

The message of your heart to me.
Sweet heart, I have no words to tell
The blissful thoughts that in me well

Whene'er I read your mystery.

From me you've learned Love's heraldry.
For my enraptured face must be
Emblazoned with his crest, so well
I love you, dear.

O loving heart, though it may be

That in this life can never we

Join hands, in Heaven shall no farewell
Love's perfected delights dispel;

For time and for eternity

I love you, dear.



Can I teach thee, my beloved?

Can I teach thee ?
Can I bless thee, my beloved?

Can I bless thee ?
Alas! I can but love thee.

Mrs. Browning.

THOU hast tauglat me, my beloved,
Thou hast taught me:
Taught me hfe's profounder meaning,
Taught me honor, virtue — weaning
Me from all ignoble things;
On imagination's wings
Taught me how to soar, and find
Rarest pleasures in the mind;
Taught me life's dull incompleteness.
Without Love's renewing sweetness;
From the height of thy pure soul
Taught me passion to control;

And hast brought me
At thy gentle feet to learn
What thy clearer eyes discern.

Thou hast blessed me, my beloved,

Thou hast blessed me:
Blessed me with thy tender eyes.
Which look on me in such a wise
My faint soul grows strong again,
As the flowers after rain.
And they rest me.
While they more and more enchain.
Thou hast blessed me with thy words;
Sweeter than the song of birds.
They have soothed my weary brain,
Banished every care and pain
That distressed me.


And a new strenpth put within me
To resist delights that win me
From the duty Gf)d commands.
Thou hast blessed me with thy hands,
Which have ever shared my toil.
Heeding neither ache nor soil.

And caressed me.
Making all my burdens lighter.
And the sky of hope still brighter.
Dear hands — only made for smoothing
Restless pillows, and for soothing
Tired hearts — would they were mine
To have and hold by right divine!

Dost thou love me. my beloved?

Dost thou love me ?
Thou wiiom I have from afar
Watched and worshipped, like a star

That above me
Shines, and yet may never know
The blessing that its beams bestow?
Thou hast taught me, thou hast blessed me
And with hai)piest tlioughts possessed me.

But to A^v me
Is the crowning of all blessing;
Making me by thy confessing
Rich beyond all power to measure ;
Royal, crowned by thy sweet pleasure
Sovereign of a fair domain
I had hardly thought to gain.
Blessing honor, rest thou art.
And witli undivided heart.

Dear. I love liico.

Love thee more than words car

And I would that my caressing

Could bring thee as rich a bless

\ And forevermore compel

Love's peace in thy
heart to dwell.



HEART beloved, I dedicate
The powers and aim of man's estate,
The dearest hopes of life to thee!
Thy happiness my care shall be;
On every wish my love shall wait.

I sought thee not for wealth or state;
Though countless graces on thee wait,
'Twas thy sweet, loving self made thee,
O heart, beloved.

If frowning fortune be our fate.
More tender and affectionate

My sympathizing love shall be;

No ills that Heaven may decree
Our knitted souls can separate,
O heart beloved!


IVilh a copy of Tennyson s " PrincessJ"


A PRINCESS still, in royalty
■'*■ Of high design and purposed will —
Though Cupid's shaft found her to be
A princess still.

Like her, dear friend, shalt thou fulfill

Love's over-ruling destiny;
Nor wilt thou even count it ill;

For thou shalt as before be free
To follow ev'er thy sweet will;
In Love's dominion thou shalt be
A princess still.


T WILL thy lot and portion share ;
Will lo7>e and honor thee, and fill
The measure of thy need, zuhate'er
I -Mill.

This tender flower cherish, till

In Heaven it blooms more bright and
fair —

For love in Heaven will blossom still.

And Love's fair flower hath made thee
To a new life beyond death's chil
^ Eternity hath heard this dear.



JVIOW in very truth thou art,

Sweetheart, mine:
Mine to hold close to my heart;
Mine to have, and ever prove,
Arcady is in my love.
Sweetheart mine.

But before the nuptial door,

Sweetheart mine.
Closes on the nevermore,
That first troth I would approve,—
Arcady is in thy love,

Sweetheart mine.

Folded in caressing arms.

Sweetheart mine.
Crowned with Love's supremest charms,
Thy content and rapture prove,
Arcady is mutual love.

Sweetheart mine.



r~\EAR heart, to you these songs I bring —

-*— ^ Affection's simple offering,
And lay them at your feet anew —
The echoes of sweet thoughts of you

My heart is ever cherishing.

To you such happy memories cling.
My thoughts, on eager, rapturous wing.

Take flight in song the whole clay throug
The songs are happy songs I sing,
Dear heart, to you.

These songs, may they a fragrance fling
About your life! May flowers of spring

On every hand your path bestrew!

They will my happiness renew.
If rest and peace and joy they bring,
Dear heart, to you.





With thy keen sorrow,

And dread To-morrow!
'^^ Take her in gentle arms each day:
^ X Soothe her with thoughts of Yesterday!

Hath Yesterday

Lost all its charms
To soothe To-day
In her white arms?
The sun can never set to-day,
Behind the hills of Yesterday.

Fear not, dear friend;

Close to my heart
Until the end
Thou ever art:
Too close to leave thee room to borrow
Such sad forebodings of the morrow.

While no farewell
Spoken to-day
Can e'er dispel
Our yesterday,
On bended knees with you 1 pray,
" Come back, come back, sweet Yesterday.

In spite f)f inc

To-morrow will
Ff)r somclime be
To-morrow si ill ;
Hut each to-morrow nearer brings
The end of all these wanderings.

Therefore, dear lu-art.

Trust hope-fully;
Time cannot part

My thouglit and thee;
No distance, scene, nor age can stay
The jiive that overflows to-day.

And, dear, in Heaven

To-morrows stay
Away; not even
A Yesterday
Can ever come with shadowed brow
To darken that eternal Now.


^•-^ Jt,

Wi -";'




HESE flowers of June

The gates of memory unbar;
These flowers of June
Such old-lime harmonies retune,
I fain would keep the gates ajar, —
So full of sweet enchantment are
These flowers of June.


The lotus, that Egypt iaii mystery.
Whose Jiozuers have a soul in every leaf.


A CLOUD came darkening up the West,
And as its awesome pall drew near,
It hushed the home with vague unrest,
And filled my heart with nameless fear.

I heard a rustle as of wings, —
And turning, saw Death's angel fill

The room. Then froze life's very springs
Within me, and my heart stood still.

The dreadful presence, in the gloom,

Bent o'er my love,— smiled,— and went by;

When from the stillness of the room
There faintly came — a little cry.

And lo! from heaven an angel throng,
As on that old-time Christmas morn,

Took up anew their happy song,
" For unto you a child is born."



C H F? I S T H N I N G .

Q ITP'ER the children to
*^ Come unto nic I "
In this, the Master's, word
Must my trust be.

How can I make my life
Spotless and sweet,

That I lead not astray
These little feet!

/" a"^ „JI IIi)\v(;m 1, so defiled.
' " noiiiui in Sin's bands,

Ever be fit to hold
These little hands!

/"">■' If but mv soul were pure, —
^"^ ^ Strong to withstand,

I mi,Ljht the children lead
To Thy ri<.jht hand;

Hut I am weak, and so
My prayer must be,

"Sutler the children to
Come unto Thee! "





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