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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Throw by thy foolish wit and songs, 
Thy graceful tricks of art; 
And, far from fashion’s heartless throngs, 
Add wisdom to thy heart. 
MIGNONETTE* 
(Your Qualities surpass your Charms.) 
Beauty consists not in the sparkling eye, 
The damask cheek and lip, or forehead high ; 
Not in the graceful form, or glistening hair, 
Or melody of voice ! Oh no! not there;— 
But in the soul, which every glance displays 
Basking for ever in affection’s rays— 
Speaking in love’s soft tones, with sunlit smile, 
Which can an aching heart from woe beguile ! 
It dwelleth there in majesty supreme, 
Sweeter than music’s voice, or seraph’s dream ! 
PANSY.t 
(You occupy my Thoughts.) 
I have sweet thoughts of thee ! 
They come around me like the voice of song; 
They come like birds that to the south belong, 
* Flowers very fragrant. Colour greenish-white, with yellow stamens, 
t This flower has three colours — purple, yellow, and blue. It is much 
cultivated, and highly esteemed. 
