An Invitation

Teil me, nreUy one, where will you sail? How shall our bark bc steereu, I pray? Ureezes flutter each silken veil, Teil me wliere wHI you go to-day? My vessel's helm is of ivory white, Her hulwarks klisten with leweJs bright And red gold ; The saiJs :tre made l'roin the wing-s of a dove. And the man at the wheel s a god of love, Hlythe and bold. Tflliii .Kult ¦. -nii; hiivi ha f iHti't i-m..., = Or over tlie broad Pacific roam? Don't refuse. Say, shall we gather the sweet snow-flowprs: ür wander in rose-strewn Katcrn bowers? Only choose. "Oh. carry me, Uien," said the fair coquette, "To the land where never I've journeyed vet, To thut shore Where love is laslinj, and change unknown, And a man ís fa i th ful to one alone Evermorc." Go, eek thnt litfid for a year and a day, At the end of thftt time you'll be still l'ar awav. Pretty inaid- 'Tis 3 land unlctteied in map or in chart, ' l'is :i country that does not exist, sweetheait, 1'm afraid.