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FLORAL POESY. 
I’ll watch by thy side through the gloom of the night 
Impatient till morning appears : 
No charm can awaken this heart to delight. 
My jasmine, while thou art in tears. 
But soon will the shadows of night be withdrawn, 
Which ever in mercy are given ; 
And thou shalt be cheered bv the light of the morn, 
And fanned by the breezes of heaven. 
And still may thy tranquil and delicate shade 
Yield fragrance and solace to me ; 
For though all the flowers in my garden should fade. 
My heart will repose upon thee. 
>♦< 
POPPY. 
( Consolation — Oblivion .) 
T HE Poppy, Greek mythologists tell us, was created 
by Ceres whilst in search of her daughter Proser¬ 
pine, as a soother of her grief. The pastoral poet, 
William Browne, in his quaint phraseology, says : 
“Sleep-bringing poppy, by the plowman late, 
Not without cause, to Ceres consecrate : 
For being round and full at his half-birth, 
It signified the perfect orb of earth ; 
And by his inequalities when blowne, 
The earth’s low vales and higher hills were showne ; 
By multitude of grains it held within, 
Of men and beasts the number noted bin. 
