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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 



LAUREL, MOimTAIN. 



AMBITION. 



Thou callest me the glorious Sun ; 



Then thou the Moon sliilt be ; 

 For idle all the fame I've won, 



L'uless conferred on Ibee. 



1 only covet darling light, 



Tliat I may see thee shine; 

 And gladly bide myself from sight, 



To leave the world all thine I 



Then think not I forget thee, love. 

 Though high my course may be ; 



Not mine the laurel « reath they've wove — 

 1 won it, love, for thee ! 



LEMON BLOSSOM. 



A native of warm climates. Flowers small, pink. 



DISCKF.TIOX. 



'Trs better, far, than beauty, or the grace 

 That captivates the eye, that sober charm 

 Of thine, which o'er thy words and deeds 

 Keeps constant vif;il:ince. A steward, thou. 

 Faithful to the beat riches of thy soul ; 

 And he who puts his trust in one like thee, 

 'Mid all his cares will find unbroken rest. 



LETTUCE. 



k common garden vegetable. Flowers greenish uhii 

 COLD-IIKARTED. 



■What matters all the nobleness 

 Which in her breast rcsideth. 



And what the warmth and tenderness 

 Her mien of coldness hidcth, 



If but ungenerous thoughts prevail 

 "When thou her bosom wouldst assail, 

 While tenderness and warmth do ne'er. 

 By any chance, t'ward thee appear ? 



C. F. HOPFMA 



LICHEN. 



DKJF.CTIOX. 



I WOULD not stay for ever here. 



In this sad world of care and pain ; 

 I would not have life linger on, 



Or give my thoughts to earth again. 

 I long to close my tearful eyes. 



Recline my weary, aiching head 

 Upon the couch where all is peace. 



And rest among the early dead. 

 • • • • 



Inwove with many a darkening thread 



The texture of my life appears ; 

 How vain were all its sweetest hopes. 



How more than bitter were its tears I 



Miss M. A. DoDD. 



LILAC, PURPLE. 



Too well known to need description. Flowers purple 



FIRST EMOTION' OF I.OVE. 



How sweet and rapturous 'tis to feel 

 Ourselves exalted in a lovely soul ! — 

 To know our joys make glow ariother's cheek. 

 Our fears do tremble in another's heart. 

 Our sufferings bedew another's eye 1 



SCIIIM.ER. 



As the little floweret hideth 



By the woodland stream. 

 So in youthful hearts abideth 



Love's fiist witching dream. 



Miss J. A. Fletchfk. 



