We are tlie sweet flowers 



Born of sunny showers, 

 (Tliink whene'er you see us, what our beauty saith), 



Utterance mute and briglit. 



Of some unknown dehght. 

 We fill the air with pleasure by our simple breath : 



All who see us, love us ; 



We befit our places ; 

 Unto sorrow we give smiles, unto graces — races. 



See (and scorn all duller 



Taste) how heaven loves color ; 

 How great Nature clearly joys in red and green ; 



Wliat sweet thoughts she thinks, 



Of violets and pinks, 

 And a thousand flushing hues made solely to be seen ; 



See her whited lilies 



Chill the silver showers. 

 And what a red mouth is her rose, the woman of her flowers. 

 Chorus of Flowers, Leigh Hlnt 



AS all vegetable productions, from the greatest trees to the 

 minute mosses, are equally flowering plants, it is to be 

 understood that the subject of flowers, as here treated, 

 IS limited to observations on annuals, perennials, and 

 bedding plants. 



