Floral Poetry. 
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But time nor pain shall ever steal 
Or youth or beauty from my mind ; 
And blessings on ye, flowers, 
Though few with me your hours, 
The youth and beauty and the heart to feel, 
In her who sent you, ye will leave behind ! 
Richard II. Dana. 
SPRING FLOWERS. 
W ELCOME, little Buttercups ; 
Oh, the pretty flowers ! 
Coming ere the spring-time, 
To tell of sunny hours. 
While the trees are leafless, 
While the fields are bare, 
Golden, glossy Buttercups 
Spring up here and there. 
Welcome, little Buttercups, 
Welcome, Daisies white, 
Ye are in my spirit, 
Yisioned a delight. 
Coming ere the spring-time, 
Of sunny hours to tell, 
Speaking to our hearts of Him 
Who doeth all things well. 
Agnes Strickland. 
