Soul of My Soul. Virginian Jessamine
VIRGINIAN JESSAMINE .
Oh! the pet and the darling of nature — whose plume,
Through the woods, like a sunbeam, doth playfully dart —
The humming-bird! bathing in dew and perfume,
That hide in the crimson jasmine's heart,
While he blends, with the blossom, his own rich bloom,
Till you hardly can tell them apart.
Oh! the pet and the darling of nature — whose plume,
Through the woods, like a sunbeam, doth playfully dart —
The humming-bird! bathing in dew and perfume,
That hide in the crimson jasmine's heart,
While he blends, with the blossom, his own rich bloom,
Till you hardly can tell them apart.
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