bundle of Reeds. 
Music, 
The lovely Syrinx, when pursued by Pan,. 
Unto the river for protection ran, 
She plunged beneath the wave, and in her place 
Tall shapely Reeds sprang up, the spot to grace 
The sylvan god them cut, together bound. 
And made an instrument of sweetest sound. 
My oest, days Colchieum. 
are past. 
Unlike thy vernal sister of the spring. 
Oh, pale Autumnal Crocus, thou dost bring 
Thoughts of the year's declension and decay,— 
Regrets for pleasures that have passed away. 
Neatness, Genista. 
Genista Florida, whereof we make 
The brooms that keep our houses neat and clean. 
Neglected Beauty, Throat Wort 
who hath sung thy praise ? 
Lovely Trachelium . - r _. 
What poet hath embalmed thee in nis lays ; 
Though beautiful, neglected,—such thy fate 
With none thy modest charms to celebrate, 
Never-ceasing PivIwppH 
Remembrance, Cudweed. 
The Everlasting Flower, wherewith the hand 
Of fond affection decorates the grave. 
When in the place of death it takes its stand, 
Weeping for those it had no power to save. 
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