Maucii 29, 1C17. 



The Florists^ Review 



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A lldrist li;ii| ;i wdml miis ilri';nii. 

 Ou K.'istc-r f\(', s(i it wdiiM srciii, 

 The ]']astor lilies all iK'^^'an 

 DcNC'ldjiing' feet, ami mi tlicy ran — 

 On ICastrr cxc. 



Helter-skelter, Jiei-e ami there, 

 Down the streets he saw tlieiu tear. 

 The Crinisdii Hninlilers niaiily strayed. 

 Till theii' liri^ht jietals all were t'raycil, 

 On I'iaster e\e. 



Azalea flirteJ with Sjiii-ira, 

 And hdtli seemed pleased with th(> idea. 

 The X'iolet, that nuidest fluwer, 

 Han and capercMl by the houi', 

 On Kaster e\e. 



The \ery i-ihlxms waxed adieu, 

 And ronnd about the eoiiiiter flew, 

 Wiiile gentle Mignonette beha\ed 

 Like any small, coquettish maid, 

 On llastei' eve. 



The Pansy and the Calla Lily 

 Went skipinng off like anv sillv. 

 The Lily of the Valley, too. 

 Was daneing to the niusii- time. 

 On Kastt-r e\ e. 



The Sweet Tea \va\es its rainbow wings, 

 While to the time it (Janring swings. 

 The Carnation, in this maddening houi, 

 Is dancing, too, with all its jiower, 

 On Laster eve. 



Tlie roses, witli their thorny stem, 

 Declared that I,ci\c iKdmiged to them; 

 They coiu|uereil I,o\c witli fragraiwe sweet 

 .\nd then tlie\- idia<ed l.nxi-'s li\intx feet, 

 Ou Easter eve. 



The Hyacinth an.l Daffo.lil 

 Made an aji]Mdntment by a rill. 

 The Tulip vied with gay Narcissus 

 Tn stealing all the floral kisses, 

 On P'aster e\ e. 



Tlic Orchid waxes its fiagile ]>etals. 

 As on the florist 's head it settles. 

 But I'orget nie-not calls in liquid tone, 

 So tlie flowers troop liack without a moan, 

 On Easter e\e. 



These flowers all had faces fair; 

 Their light feet ski]>)ted on buoyant air. 

 The florist watched them in alTright; 

 To liim it seemed an endless night — 

 On Easter eve. 



But now these flowers, in all their gbiry. 

 Are telling him the strangest story 

 Of leaves that turned to greenbacks true, 

 And where Carnations ar(> bright blue — 

 On Easter eve. 



He reached his hand to toueh the leaves; 

 The greenbacks rustled in the breeze! 

 And all the leaves in his shop that night 

 Were greenbacks true, in the florist's sight! 

 On Easter eve. 



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