POETRY OF FLOWERS. 29 
“ Sweet are the memories that yc bring 
Of the pleasant leafy woods of spring; 
Of the wild bee, so gladly humming, 
Joyous that earth’s young flowers are coming; 
Of the nightingale and merry thrush, 
Cheerfully singing from every bush ; 
And the cuckoo’s note, when the air is still, 
Heard far away on the distant hill. 
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v Pure are the sights and sounds of the wild 
Ye can bring to the heart of Nature’s child; 
Plain and beautiful is the story 
That ye tell of your Maker’s glory; 
Useful the lesson that ye bear, 
That fragile is all, however fair ; 
While ye teach that time is on his wing, 
As ye open the blossoms of every spring.” 
APPLE, THORN. 
DECEITFUL CHARMS. 
I love thee not. I will not lay 
One offering on thy shrine, 
Though others their devotions pay 
As though thou wert divine. 
