68 THE ASSOCIATIONS OF FLOWERS 
Companionless he now might be, 
Yet were there some in that loved spot, 
Who, or in sorrow or in glee. 
Never their parted one forgot; 
He knew that when the wild flowers blew, 
They sighed for him who loved them to©. 
For he in other times had strayed 
To seek this blossom in the wood, 
Or with his mirthful sister played, 
In haunts of loveliest solitude. 
And wreathed for her the primrose fair. 
Or placed it in her garden there. 
Oh, who that e’er in mournful hour 
Has seemed as if alone on earth. 
Has never hailed with joy a flower. 
That gave to happier feelings birth. 
And won his spirit back from gloom. 
To hope and love — to friends and home! 
