DO VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



This gentle band are form d with thee to feel, 

 And well they prize what thou would st fain 



conceal, 

 Come, loved and fearless, while our care shall 



set 



Fast by thy side, thy sister Violet, 

 Still cheerful, unobtrusive, and serene, 

 To grace the high, or deck the lowly scene ; 

 High be his bosom honor d who shall gain 

 This as a solace, and a charm for pain. 

 The Woodbine next, whose graceful tendrils 



twine 



In sweet luxuriance round the parent vine, 

 Whose heaven-born fragrance breathes reviv 

 ing power, 



Neath dewy evening, or the summer shower, 

 Shall bless our wreath, for this can teach to 



glow 



The morn of pleasure, or the night of woe. 

 Thou, too, pale Lily, leave thy native vale, 

 And yield thine essence to our fresher gale, 

 What though thy bending head no gaze would 



meet, 



Thy perfume guides us to thy green retreat, 

 Where lingering zephyrs round thee gently 



sigh, 

 And catch the tones of music as they fly. 



