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(1852) [MARC] Author: Emilie Flygare-Carlén Translator: Alex L. Krause
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132 THE SKJUTS-BOY.
scattered around, and besides this a leaf from Boettiger’s "
miniscences of Youth" encased in a glass frame.
"His mighty studies," said the baron, with a smile, as he
pointed fo these relics.
"But look here," with these words Wirèn drew a qua#oEo page
from De Goesse’s memorandum-book, which was bound in red
morocco, grasped the baron’s arm, and whispered, with a hall
suppressed smile- "As true as I ara a lire man, here are verses"
fo draw a conclusion from the heading, they must be truly
classic. See here, ’ l#Iodest Flowers, to l:fer, the Divine.’
"And if it should cost me three bowls of punch (for by that
he will be reconciled), I must learn the flow of ]Ms poetic rein."
Thus saying, Wirén commenced reading the innocent expectora-
tions of the enamoured chamberlain, who had written, in the
mighty pressure of his poetic madness, the evening before, im-
mediately after separating from the object of his adoration.
"MODEST FLOWERS.
«« INSCRIBED TO HER# THE DIVINE.
’" As the odoriferous flower of the sun
Bows down before old Sol’s deep-seated eye,
Thus, Amelia, do I gaze on thee,
When evening fo western sea sinks from on high.
"For fast retaining faith, hope, and pangs of love,
My pilgrimage cannot be for naught,
If I only could thy cruel heart but more
With friendship, which explains when sought.
"But what is friendship, more than snow
Cold as ice on North Cape’s frozen dell ?
But love is warmer, truer, as you surely know,
Than nun with rosary within ber cell.
"Thy faith is glittering o’er the grave yet, bride,
Faith, hope, and love, as before spoken,
May these exalted three, all side by side,
P#otect thee with their deserved token.

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