 | [Poems by Osgood in] The floral offering, a token of friendship |  |
MARY.
I know a star—whose light illumes
The wildest gloom with warmth and glory;
I know a rose—whose blush outblooms
The loveliest lip in olden story.
The wildest gloom with warmth and glory;
I know a rose—whose blush outblooms
The loveliest lip in olden story.
I know a lute—whose warble low,
Might lure an angel down to listen;
I know a pearl—whose tender glow
Is dearer than all gems that glisten.
Might lure an angel down to listen;
I know a pearl—whose tender glow
Is dearer than all gems that glisten.
And who this treasure rich and rare,
Whose witchery every moment varies?
The smile—the lip—the voice—the tear—
The star, rose, lute and pearl are Mary's.
Whose witchery every moment varies?
The smile—the lip—the voice—the tear—
The star, rose, lute and pearl are Mary's.
F. S. O.
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