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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 



TULIP, YELLOW. 



HOPELESS LOVE. 



I CAv.voT rf-proach thee! A mali-on rest 



On the vroTd that would wound those kind feelings 

 of thine ! 



Wert thou cohicr thnn snow on Monadanock's crest, 

 The star of my love on thy spirit should shine. 



Yet thou lorest me not as thou lov'dst me of rore ; 



A clouil hath arisen, a- d passed o'er the li_lit. 

 Jt is well I Way God bless thee, dear friend, evermore ; 



So the sun but gild Uiee, I can welcome the night. 



SPF.ATt kindly, oh speak soothingly. 



To him whose hopes are crossed, 

 Whose blessed trust iu human lore 



Was early, early lest ; 

 For wearily — how wearily 1 



Drags life, if lore depart ; 

 Oh, let the balm of gentle wortls 



Fall on tliL- smitttn heart ! 



Co gladly, wilh true sympathy. 



Where want's pale victims pine. 

 And bid life's sweclest smiles again 



Along their pathway shine. 

 Oh, heavily doth poverty 



Alan's nobkr instincts bind ; 

 Tet sever not that chain to cast 



A sadiler on the m::id. 



M l.s. C'AMl 



VERBENA. 



SEXSITIVESKSS. 



Think eye at others' sorrow weeps. 

 Thy lip at others' joy looks gay; 



Thy heart's deep fount of feeling keeps 

 In gentle, yet perpetual play. 



The charms of nature thrill thy soul. 



For nature's o»n true child thou art ; 

 And wave? of earnest feeling roll 

 In ceaseless music through thy heart. 



VERNAL GRASS. 



POOR BIT HAPPY 

 Mex call us poor — it may be true 



A mid the gay and glittering crowd ; 

 We feel it, though our wants aie few. 



Vet envy not the proud. 

 The freshness of love's early flowers. 



Heart-sheltered through long years of wani 

 Pure hopes and quiet joys are ours. 



That wealth could never grant. 



W. H. Bt:ni.EiGn. 



VERONICA. 



FIDELITY. 



There are some spirits fitly strung 



To echo back the tones of mine ; 

 And those few cherished souls among, 



I dare, dear fiieiui, to number thine. 

 Angels att<nd thee ! May their wings 



Fan every shadow from thy brow ; 

 For only bright and loving things 



Should wait on one so good as ihou. 



VIOLET, BLUE. 



FAITHFULNESS. 



Oh, shame may come upon thy name. 



And want and suffering dim thine eye ; 

 But Ihou wilt find me still the same — 



For love like mine can never die. 

 I will be thine through weal and woe. 



Through days of joy and sorrow's night; 

 Uy faith like morning's beams shall glow,- 



My love shall be thy quenchless light. 



