CIRCLE OF FRIENDS, ETC. 69 



The orange Cowslip, pure in heart, and gay, 

 Bestows its beauty on our fair bouquet, 

 Known by its sweetness, for its worth ap- 



prov d, 

 If seen, remember d, if remember d lov d. 



And there, &quot; wee, modest, crimson-tipped 



flower,&quot; 

 Meek Mountain Daisy, pride of friendship s 



bower, 



Come all unconscious of thy winning grace, 

 And lend thy lusture to our charmed vase. 



Wilt thou, bright Pink, all graceful as thou 



art, 



Still mid our circle form a cherish d part ? 

 Or wouldst thou rather, in thy native glade, 

 Reserve thine incense for the healer s aid ? 



From beauty s sheltered sphere roam onward 



wide, 



Invoking forms of loftier strength and pride, 

 That while the house-plants round the hearth 



shall glow, 



As future years the varied lot bestow, 

 Perchance strong conflict with the storm may 



wage, 

 Or tower, the master spirits of the age. 



