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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
ROSE, BRIDAL* 
(Happy Love.) 
It has been said that love doth bind the heart 
More strongly to the fading things of earth. 
Not so with us : our spirits have no part 
With feelings which are but of mortal birth. 
We love for heaven—let heaven become our home, 
Ere yet the angel beckon us to come. 
And are you happy ? asks some gentle one 
In low, soft accents, and with thoughtful eye. 
Yes, dear; and more than happy, though the sun 
Is softly clouded, and the deep blue sky 
Grows deeper that it is not flushed with light,_ 
Though all the clouds that shade it are of white. 
ROSEBUD, MOSS.t 
(Confession of Love.) 
I do believe that unto thee 
Truth, honour, plain sincerity, 
Are jewels far before 
* This belongs to the Bramble family. The flowers aro small, white, 
double, and very beautiful, 
t The Moss Rosebud is distinguished for its beauty. 
