TO THE UNKNOWN DONOR OF A BOUQUET.

RICHEST flowers of every hue, Lightly fringed with evening dew; Sparkling as from Eden's bowers, Brightly tinted-beauteous flowers! Thee I've found, and thee I'll own, Though from one to me unknown; Knowing this, that one who'll send Such a treasure is my friend. Who hath sent thee?-Flora knows, For with care she reared the rose. Lo! here's a name!-it is the key That will unlock the mystery; This will tell from whom and why Thou didst to my presence hie. Wait-the hand's disguised!-it will Remain to me a mystery still. But I'm a "Yankee," and can "guess" Who wove this flowery, fairy tress. Yea, more than this, I almost know Who tied this pretty silken bow, Whose hand arranged them, and whose taste Each in such graceful order placed. Yet, if unknown thou 'dst rather be, Let me wish this wish for thee: May'st thou live in joy forever, Naught from thee true pleasure sever; From thy heart arise no sigh; May no tear bedew thine eye. Joys be many, cares be few, Smooth the path thou shalt pursue; And heaven's richest blessings shine Ever on both thee and thine. Round thy path may fairest flowers, As in amaranthine bowers, Bloom and blossom bright and fair, Load with sweets the ambient air! Be thy path with roses strewn, All thy hours to care unknown; Sorrow cloud thy pathway never, Happiness be thine forever.