Show rm of a aLove Flower Love at Sixteen How dear to me is one sweet so light It grows around above my window bright Where here all my idle moments I now spend To look upon its lovely petals blend I love to hold it in my hand and feel The strong emotions that around me steal I love to pr press ss it to my lips and hear The silent of its fragrance clear I In far East India it there is Its fragrant odor made it But here een more sacred and divine Because its name like hers is Jasmine W ill r j-J j 14 t i H 1 1 i tl J |