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34 THE FLORAL GIFT. 
CLINGING WOODBINE. 
Lunicera Periclymenon ,—Class 1, Order 5. 
Flowers white and pale red; vary fragrant. 
FRATERNAL LOVE. 
My brother—ere thy lips could speak, 
Thy merry laugh was wild and free, 
And when the tear-drop wet thy cheek, 
It told a tale of grief to me. 
When first thy tiny feet did stray, 
Around our childhood’s cheerful home, 
I mingled in thy childish play, 
And dreamed o’er happy days to come. 
Those dreams of golden light are fled, 
With all the hopes that they could give, 
The earliest flowers of life are dead, 
Yet memory bids their spirits live. 
But though our way be rough and stern, 
And adverse storms around us sweep, 
Still upward may our footsteps turn, 
Where angels dry the eyes that weep. 
Charles H. Brainard. 
X 
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