POETRY OP FLOWERS. 16& 
NASTURTION. 
Tropcealum ...... Class 8 ; Order 1 
Flowers golden yellow. Very brilliant. Plant some¬ 
what creeping. 
PATRIOTISM. 
Hail to the land whereon we tread, 
Our fondest boast! 
* * * 
There is no other land like thee, 
No dearer shore; 
Thou art the shelter of the free,— 
The home, the port of liberty, 
Thou hast been, and shalt ever be, 
Till time is o’er. 
Ere I forget to think upon 
My land, shall mother curse the son 
She bore. 
J. 0. Percital. 
“ Crown ye the brave ! crown ye the brave ! 
As thro’ your streets they ride, 
And the sunbeams dance on the polished arms 
Of the warriors side by side; 
Shower on them your sweetest flowers, 
Let the air ring with tbeir praise.” 
Hemans. 
