Dally. 
Innocence. o 
— 3anuar^ 25tb — 
That old favourite—the daisy—bom 
By millions in the balmy vernal mom— 
The child’s own flower !— Can ington. 
Wood Anemonei. — 26tb — Forlomneu. 
F LOWERS of the wild wood ! your home is there, 
Mid all that is fragrant, all that is fair. 
Anne Pratt. 
Bindweed (Small). — 27tb — Humility. 
My jewels are the primrose pale, the bindweed, and 
the rose; 
And show me any courtly queen more beautiful than 
those. —Mary Howitt. 
The SmalT Celandine. — 28tb — Joyi to Come. 
There is a flower, the lesser celandine. 
That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain ; 
And, the first moment that the sun may shine. 
Bright as the sun himself, ’tis out again. 
A ordsivorth. 
Scorpion Orau. — 29tb — Forget-me-not. 
A BONNY wee flower grew green in the wuds, 
Like a twinklin’ star amang the duds ; 
And the langer it livit the greener it grew. 
For ’twas lulled by the winds and fed by the dew. 
Harebell. 
— 30tb — Submiislon, Grief. 
In Spring’s green lap there blooms a flower. 
Whose cup imbibes each vernal shower. 
That sips fresh Nature’s balmy dew. 
Clad in her sweetest, purest, blue. 
Caroline Symnions. 
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