78 THE TWO COUSINS.

 

IL
I fain would think that they shall
be,
With their sweet looks of love,
Among the many pleasant things
That we shall meet’above.
If they are even perfect here,
Where storms and tempests rise,
What would they be if blossoming
Beneath celestial skies !

rr.
There they would never droop their
leaves,
Or cease their scented breath ;