A WORLD IN A WORLD.

THIS red carnation, my sweet,

Wear for the sake of a blush;

But the white for the pure pale brow is meet.

. . . And the oriole is singing - hush!

And the world as a rose is gay,

As a hawthorn-bud is fair,

And the sky is sunny and clear to-day, -

Turquois of silent air.

For you are the world, you know,

And your lips the flower, you see, -

And your clear sweet eyes are the sky, and so

The sky is blue for me!