230 SENTIMENT OF FLOWERS. 



DRAGON PLANT.— The Betrayer. 



"Trust not thine own unaided otrength 

 To shield thee from his power." 



Be sure 

 You credit anything the sun gives light to, 

 Before a man. Rather believe the sea 

 Weeps for the ruined merchant when he roars, 

 Rather the wind courts but the swelling sails 

 When the strong cordage cracks. 



Rather the sun 

 Comes but to kiss the fruit in wealthy Aulumn, 

 When all falls blasted. If you needs must love, 

 Forced by ill fate, take to your maiden bosoms 

 Two dead, cold aspics, and of them make lovers. 

 They cannot flatter nor forswear ; one kiss 

 Makes a long peace for all. 



Beaumont and Fletcher. 



JOY. — Enduring Friendship. 



It will wait. 

 Yea, pause for years before it dares to creep 

 To the embraces of the lonely tower. 

 Or storied pillar, but once twining there 

 It clings for ever, with its rich green wreath 

 Smiling against a sullen sky. 



L. H. 



POPPY.— Oblivion. 



Come, press my lips and lie with me 

 Beneath the lonely alder-tree, 



And we will dream a pleasant sleep, 

 And not a care shall dare intrude 

 Upon the marble solitude 



So peaceful and so deep. 



H. K. White. 



