POETRY OF FLOWERS. lib 
In the revel and light of princely halls 
The bright holly branch is found; 
And its shadow falls on the lowliest—falls 
While the brimming horn goes round. 
Then drink to the holly, &c. 
“ The ivy lives long, but its home must be 
Where graves and ruins are spread; 
There’s beauty about the cypress-tree, 
But it flourishes near the dead; 
The laurel the warrior’s brow may wreathe, 
But it tells of tears and blood. 
I sing'the holly—and who can breathe 
Aught of that that is not good ? 
Then sing to the holly, &c.” 
HOLLYHOCK. 
Alcea, rosea . Class 16 ; Order 13. 
AMBITION. 
My laurel-wreath with blood is stained— 
How great hath been its cost! 
What is the glory I have gained, 
Compared with what I’ve lost?— 
Earth’s proudest ones have sought my shrine. 
And offered incense there ; 
But gladly would I all resign, 
A quiet heart to bear. 
C. A. Fillebrown 
