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The Arborvitce next is seen, 
In contrast with the flower, 
Dressed in its robe of evergreen, 
The pride of Winter’s bower; 
It, too, a message may impart, 
And speak in accents free, 
The thought that swells that maiden’s heart, 
‘ Ah, you must live for me ! ’ 
The Lauristinus then appears; 
Its clustering blossoms bend, 
As if, to hide their rising tears, 
It sought some tender friend, 
Upon whose breast to bloom, and lie 
Protected in its charms, 
For 1 if neglected it will die ’ 
Amidst its own alarms. 
The hardy Cowslip gaily springs, 
Its fostering vase above, 
And sings aloud the note it brings 
From Flora’s courts of Love; 
