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SONGS OF THE FLOWERS. 
IN THE STOVE. 
Aerodendron, Erythrina, J usticia, Kranthemum, Gloriosa, Ixora, 
Brugmansia, and similar plants, should duly be hastened on for ex- 
hibiting display for shows, &e, Achimenes re-pot. Gloxinias re-pot. 
Amaryllis, promote vigorous growth of. 
SONGS OF THE FLOWERS. 
NO. 2.--SONG OF THE VIOLET. 
BY JOHN DUGGAN, ESQ. 
*¢ Violets, dim, 
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, 
Or Cytherea’s breath.— Shakspere. 
“ The Violet, 
With lips with morning wet, 
Utters such sweetness from her little shrine.” 
Leigh Hunt ( from the Italian.) 
What flower ’neath the sky is so happy as I? 
Or can boast half so many true lovers ? 
First, the gay humming-bee in the morning courts me, 
While in music he o’er my heart hovers : 
Then, on velvety wings, the pied butterfly clings 
To my leaves, where he flutters in gladness— 
As I turn my bright eye, lo! the golden moth nigh, 
Is paling with envy and sadness. 
‘The bloom-covered Rose may her rich leaves disclose 
To woo the embraces of morning ; 
But that I’d ne’er do—ah ! sweet Rose, nor should you— 
Such forwardness modestly scorning. 
On the thin gossamere, from the pure atmosphere, 
Come daintiest spirits that love me ; 
Then I laugh, and I sigh, and I wink my blue eye 
At some jealous rival above me. 
E’en the murmuring rill, whose song never is still, 
Smiles for joy if I look on his waters ; 
While the fond birds, to me, in grove, bower, and tree, 
Sing, ‘“‘ Thow’rt sweetest of Flora’s sweet daughters.” 
And my dear mother, Spring, oh! doth she not bring 
To her favourite child all her treasure ? 
Eve’s rich purple dye, her own redolent sigh, 
And rare, beautiful gifts without measure. 
Though the warm fragrant gale, love the Lily so pale, 
And his odours around her be flinging ; 
Though with pride the leaves swell of the young Heatherbell 
When in beauty she feels herself springing ; 
Yet, in garden and field, ev’ry flower must yield 
To my joy, when the sweet South, at even, 
Folds his plumes o’er my breast, and sings, sinking to rest, 
** To me thy loved bosom is heaven.” 
