The Flower-girl's Prayer To Buy Roses And

And There My Little Doves Did Sit With Feathers Softly Brown And Glittering Eyes That Showed Their Right To General Nature's Deep Delight.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

But I Love You, Sir: And When A Woman Says She Loves A Man, The Man Must Hear Her, Though He Love Her Not.

O, Brothers! Let Us Leave The Shame And Sin Of Taking Vainly In A Plaintive Mood, The Holy Name Of Grief--holy Herein, That, By The Grief Of One, Came All Our Good.

And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By Smutty Hands, Though Spotted From Their White.