POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
J49 
Shall we not all meet there to love, 
With love that has no trembling fears. 
In that dear home, far, far above 
This land of tears ? 
LONDON PRIDE. 
Silme . Class JO; Order 3 
FRIVOLITY. 
Love should have higher, nobler aims. 
Than mirth, and song, and dance; 
Oh, then, from sport and idle game3 
To higher deeds advance. 
Throw by thy foolish wit and songs, 
Thy graceful tricks of art, 
And, far from fashion’s heartless throngs 
Add wisdom to thy heart. 
LOVE LIES A-BLEEDING. 
Amaranthvs, caudatus. 
HOPELESS, NOT HEARTLESS. 
Oh ! had we never, never met, 
Or could this heart e’en now forget, 
How linked, how blessed, we might have been, 
Had fate not frowned so dark between. 
Moore, 
