THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 



49 



IlAPPy LOVE. 



It has b^en said that love doth bind the heart 

 Wore strungly to the fading things of earth. 



Not so » ith us ; our spirits have no part 



With feelings which are but of mortal birth ; 



Wi- love for heaven — let heaven become our home. 



Ere yet the angel becki'n us to come. 



And are you happy ? ask» some gentle one. 

 In low, sofi accents, and with thoughtful eye. 



i'es, dear, and mere than happy, thcu^h the :un 

 Is softly clouded, and the deep blue sky 



Orows deeper that it is not flubhed with light, — 



Though all the clouds that shade it are of white. 



EOSE-BUD, MOSS. 



The moss rose-bud is distinguished for iti beauty 



C0XFF5SI0N OF LOVE, 



I IK) believe that iir.lo thee 

 Truth, honour, plain sincerity. 



Are jewels far before 

 All that the others think are dear ; 

 And yet far more than they I fear. 



Because I love thei morel 



So have / loved ;— but some strange spell 

 Forbids my heart its tale to tell ; 

 Here, — take this simple rose, aiid/eti 

 The love my lips dure not reveal. 



EOSE, FULL MOSS. 



Flowers bright crimson — very fragrant. Sometimes 

 itic blossoms are white ir pink. 



SUPERIOR MERIT. 



I NEVKR ,<:a«- a form before 



Of such unrivalled loveliness, 

 Nor one who was of earth who wore 



The look of heaven upon her face. 

 I never knew a heart so kind. 



Such tears for o hers' misery flow. 

 Nor saw a hand so gladly bind 



The crushed and bleeding heart of woe. 



Her spirit van from sin so free, 



Such gladness round her path she shed. 

 That all who knew her purity 



I'oured blessings on her bright young head. 

 In this cold world I never I'ound 



But one to whom my h'-art was dear ; 

 But thousand chords of love had bound 



Her being to this changeful sphere. 



Miss PnoEBB Caret. 



