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FLORAL POES?. 
0 or the smooth lake with fruitless tears he grieves j 
His spreading fingers shoot in verdant leaves ; 
Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows, 
And in a short-lived flower his beauty blows. 
Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast. 
That beauty’s but a transient good at best; 
Like flowers it withers with th’ advancing year. 
And age like winter robs the blooming fair. 
THE NARCISSUS. 
MISS LANDON. 
The pale and delicate Narcissus’ flowers 
Bending so languidly, as still they found 
In the pure wave a love and destiny. 
BUTTERCUPS. 
(Riches—Memories of Childhood.) 
T3LATJTIFULLY does the great poet, Robert 
T3 Browning, call these emblems of riches, “the 
buttercups, the little children’s dower.” 
BUTTERCUPS. 
ELlZA COOK. 
’Tis sweet to love in childhood, when the souls that 
we bequeath 
Are beautiful in freshness as the coronals we wreathe ; 
