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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
The pearls that on thy forehead shine 
Are gathered daily from thy soul. 
HAWTHORN.* 
(Hope.) 
Hope on, hope ever! \ 
Dark o’er us now the clouds of grief are brooding. 
Hoarsely the streamlets murmur at our feet; 
Bright birds of song, our eager grasp eluding, 
Far from our tree of love and life retreat. 
But oh ! not yet, my gentle friend, shall leave us 
The fervent hope of sunshine and of joy; 
And whatsoe’er of wrong may come to grieve us, 
Let there be one thing grief can ne’er destroy— 
Hope on, hope ever! 
HONEYSUCKLE, WILD.f 
(Devoted Love.) 
I go with thee! I will be thine 
In weal, in want, in woe; 
Thy path, where’er it leads, is mine — 
I go, my love, I go! 
* Flowers white. Berries scarlet, 
t Flowers white, red, scarlet. 
