Large Pressed Sea Moss Formed into Wreath Surrounding Handwritten Poem about Sea Moss, c. Mid 19th century

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Large Pressed Sea Moss Collage Formed into a Wreath Surrounding a Poem about Sea Moss in Beautiful, Dainty Handwriting, 12 1/2 inches x 15 1/2 inches, c. Mid 19th century

Condition- Some losses to pressed moss toward the bottom, and some rippling to paper. please see images

Transcription of Poem-

“Oh, call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea, For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we;

Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers: Then call us not weeds, we are oceans gay flowers

Not nursed like the plants of summer pasture, Whose gales are but sighs of an evening air;

Our exquisite fragile, and beautiful forms Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by the storms.”

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Large Pressed Sea Moss Collage Formed into a Wreath Surrounding a Poem about Sea Moss in Beautiful, Dainty Handwriting, 12 1/2 inches x 15 1/2 inches, c. Mid 19th century

Condition- Some losses to pressed moss toward the bottom, and some rippling to paper. please see images

Transcription of Poem-

“Oh, call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea, For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we;

Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers: Then call us not weeds, we are oceans gay flowers

Not nursed like the plants of summer pasture, Whose gales are but sighs of an evening air;

Our exquisite fragile, and beautiful forms Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by the storms.”

Large Pressed Sea Moss Collage Formed into a Wreath Surrounding a Poem about Sea Moss in Beautiful, Dainty Handwriting, 12 1/2 inches x 15 1/2 inches, c. Mid 19th century

Condition- Some losses to pressed moss toward the bottom, and some rippling to paper. please see images

Transcription of Poem-

“Oh, call us not weeds, but flowers of the sea, For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we;

Our blush is as deep as the rose of thy bowers: Then call us not weeds, we are oceans gay flowers

Not nursed like the plants of summer pasture, Whose gales are but sighs of an evening air;

Our exquisite fragile, and beautiful forms Are nursed by the ocean, and rocked by the storms.”