POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
131 
“ Ob ! what was love made for, if ’tis not the same 
Through joy and through torment, through glory 
and shame ? 
I know not, I ask not if guilt’s in that heart, 
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. 
“ Thou hast called me thy angel in moments of bliss. 
And thy angel I’ll be mid the horrors of this; 
Through the furnace unshrinking thy steps to pur* 
sue, 
And shield thee and save thee—or perish there too!” 
KING CUP.—BUTTER CUP. 
Ranunculus . Class 3 ; Order 13. 
A very glossy, yellow flower, common in our fields in 
June. It is sometimes found double in gardens. 
I WISH I WAS RICH. 
Oh, had I wealth, upon thy shrine 
I’d pour its lavish treasures forth, 
Aud every jewel should be thine 
That glistens in the sea or earth. 
Oh, had I wealth, no want should come 
To breathe its blight upon thy heart; 
And round thy rich and beauteous home 
Should cluster every gem of art. 
