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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Now downcast, and now uplifted, 
With a world of beauty gifted; 
Drooping now with silent thought, 
Now with joy and gladness fraught; 
Arch and mirthful, soft and pensive, 
Now assailing, now defensive,— 
Filled with glory from the skies— 
Ah ! who can describe thine eyes 1 
TULIP, YELLOW. 
(Hopeless Love.) 
I cannot reproach thee ! A malison rest 
On the word that would wound those kind feelings of 
thine! 
Wert thou colder than snow on Monadanock’s crest, 
The star of my love on thy spirit should shine. 
Yet thou lovest me not as thou lov’dst me of yore; 
A cloud hath arisen and passed o’er the light. 
It is well! May God bless thee, dear friend, evermore; 
So the sun but gild thee, I can welcome the night. 
VERBENA. 
(Sensitiveness.) 
Thine eye at others’ sorrow weeps, 
Thy lip at others’ joy looks gay; 
