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Floral Poetry. 
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And there, as sisters, side by side 
(Genius with modesty allied), 
The Pink’s bright red, the Violet’s blue, 
In blended rays, shall greet our view, 
Each lovelier for the other’s hue. 
How soft yon Jasmine’s sunlit glow, 
How chaste yon Lily’s robe of snow, 
With Myrtle green inwove, 
Types, dearest, of thyself and me— 
Of thy mild grace and purity, 
And my unchanging love, 
Of grace and purity, like thine, 
And love, undying love, like mine. 
In fancifully plumed array, 
As ever cloud at set of day, 
All azure, vermil, silver-grey, 
And showering thick perfume. 
See how the Lilac’s clustered spray 
Has kindled into bloom, 
Radiant as Joy, o’er troubles past, 
And whispering, “ Spring is come at last! ” 
Blest Llowers ! There breathes not one unfraught 
With lessons sweet and new ; 
The Rose, in Taste’s own garden wrought; 
The Pansy, nurse of tender thought; 
The Wallflower, tried and true ; 
The purple Heath, so lone and fair; 
(O how unlike the world’s vain glare !) 
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