What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine.
Felicia HemansA passion for flowers, is, I think, the only one which long sickness leaves untouched with its chilling influence.
Felicia HemansIs it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Felicia Hemans