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THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
Together in one humble grave 
Our slumbering dust shall lie. 
And I will love thy chosen friends — 
Thy people shall be mine; 
And we will kneel to praise one God 
Before one common shrine. 
Our souls—ah ! what shall part our souls ? 
In ties of love entwined, 
They will defy the spells and chains 
That even death can bind. 
PINK, CARNATION. 
(Woman’s Love.) 
Man’s love lives but with hope; while woman’s heart 
Still echoes to the music of the past. 
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A love all sacrifice and suffering; a star 
That gathers lustre from the gloom of night; 
A martyr’s fond idolatry; a faith 
Baptized in tears, to sorrow consecrate. 
POLYANTHUS. 
(Pride of Riches.) 
I grieve to see thee vain and proud—I grieve 
That this world’s honours have enticed thy heart. 
