My Jessie.

Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1842, 26 April 1884, Page 5 (Supplement)

My Jessie.

I, Sweet Jessie's a little pink rosebud, A rose in a garden apart; Sweet, sweet is the outermost leaf, And sweet is its innermost heart. I will gather a rosebud sweet, And the rose shall seem Jessie to me; Perchance I can tell it the secret I'm longing to whisper to thee. i t Sweet Jessie's a KCie white lily, A. lily most lovrly and white, A lily that hidrth its sweetness In dewy gre<,n leaves out of sight. Bnt 0 ! wbea I gather a lily, I bre&tho a dear name in each boll, That setd them all ringing with gladness, And longing my secret to tell. in. Tnua I walk in my garden at dawn, And every fair blossom I see Is only some typo of thy beauty, Is Jessie, just Jessie, to me. The Pansy looks up with thy smile, The Eose blushes pink as thy face is, For-get-me-not3 gleam like thy eyes, The Lily bells sway with thy grace. IV. Then, beautiful flowers of my heart, Bloom on in thy innocent glee I And would that some wandering wind Might whisper my name unto thee 1 For I scarcely dare venture to speak To my rose in her garden apart; But I send her a hope and a sigh From the truest and tenderest heart. —New York Ledger.