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FLORAL DEPARTMENT. 



Tbe Gods all sent of their bounty 



To grace our annual Fair, 

 And Flora culled from her gardens 

 . Briyht blossouis both rich and rare. 



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With fifty-six sweet offerings, 



From six fair neighboring towns, 



She showed us Care, Love and Patience, 

 Had lent beauty to their grounds. 



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Here twined a beautiful Ivy, 



With its leaves so large and green, 



Until in the heights above us 

 Its end could hardly be seen. 



Our hopes are oft in their spring time 

 Like this Ivy weak and frail, 



Then 'round God's pillow of promise 

 Let us twine them e'er they fail. 



The grasses waving in beauty 

 At head and sides of the hall, 



Displayed taste and variety, 



Drew notice and praise from all. 



"Our days are ever as the grass," 

 And will quickly pass away ; 



Then fill them with acts of kindness. 

 Rich blades for the Reaper's day. 



