64 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



FORGOTTEN FLOWERS. 



TO A BRIDE. * 



We were left behind, but we would not stay, 

 We found your clue, and have kept the way, 

 For, sooth to say, the track was plain, 

 Of a bliss like yours in a world of pain. 

 How little we thought, when so richly we 



drest, 



To goto your wedding, and vie with the best, 

 When we made our toilette with such elegant 



care, 



That we might not disgrace an occasion so rare; 

 To be whirl d in a coach at this horrible rate, 

 From county to county, and State to State ! 

 Though we travel d incog, yet we trembled 



with fear, 

 For the accents of strangers fell hoarse on our 



ear. 



An elegant bouquet, sent as a nuptial present, arrived just as 

 the bride had taken her departure for her new home in a neigh 

 boring State, and were sent after her, in the stage coach, and 

 reached her without injury, in the depth of winter. 



