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rOETKY OF FLOWEES. 
THE BOUQUET. 
One summer’s morn, fair Flora’s shrine 
A beauteous maiden sought, ' 
A faultless bouquet to combine, 
Was what she would be taught. 
‘ Choose, maiden, from the flowery race. 
Thy favourites with care,’ 
Said Flora, ‘ and Fll show the place 
Where each will seem most fair.’ 
A half blown rose, with sunny smile. 
Won first the fair maid’s.heart; 
She raised it to her lips the while, 
The twins were loth to part, 
‘The work is done,’ the goddess cries, 
‘ The bouquet’s faultless now. 
The flower, the lip, the world defies, 
For sweetness I will trow.’ 
THE AUTUMN FLOWER. 
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I WANDERED forth at the blush of morn. 
While the dew on the leaves yet hung ; 
And shadows deep of the giant oak 
Were far o’er the green sward flung. 
