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FLORAL POESY. 
White bud ; thou’rt emblem of a lovelier thing,— 
The broken spirit that its anguish bears 
Tc silent shades, and there sits offering 
To Heaven, the holy fragrance of its tears. 
THE LILY. 
PERCIVAL,. 
I had found out a sweet green spot 
Where a lily was blooming fair ; 
The din of the city disturbed it not; 
But the spirit that shades the quiet cot 
With its wings of love was there. 
I found that lily’s bloom 
When the day was dark and chill : 
It smiled like a star in a misty gloom. 
And it sent abroad a sweet perfume, 
Which is floating around me still. 
I sat by the lily’s bell, 
And watched it many a day :— 
The leaves that rose in a flowing swell, 
Grew faint and dim, then drooped and fell, 
And the flower had flown away. 
I looked where the leaves were laid, 
In withering paleness, by ; 
And as gloomy thoughts stole on me, said. 
There’s many a sweet and blooming maid 
Who will soon as dimly die. 
