40 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



Then flock d the Anemones, fair to behold, 

 With the rich Polyanthus, in velvet, and gold ; 

 And the Tulip came flaunting, and waving her 



fan, 



And turned up her nose at the Daffodil clan. 

 The buds who were thought by their mothers 



too young, 

 Round their sister s toilettes discontentedly 



hung ; 

 There was teazing, and dressing, and prinking 



enough 

 The pretty Quill-Daisies each bought a new 



ruff; 



The stately Carnations stood frizzing their hair, 

 And the tall London-pride, choosing feathers 



to wear. 



Tne Pink at her mirror was ready to drop, 

 And the Snow-ball bought rouge at a milliner s 



shop; 

 While in the same square, at a shoe-store so 



neat, 

 The trim Lady-Slippers were pinching their 



feet. 

 Thrifty Lilac acknowledg d her robe was not 



new, 

 But with turning and furbishing thought it 



might do ; 



