rOETE.Y OF FLOWERS. 
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By your tears shed, 
Would have this lecture read :— 
“That things of greatest, so of meanest worth. 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought 
forth.” 
SWEET LAVENDER. 
Sweet lavender ! I love thy flower 
Of meek and modest blue. 
Which meets the morn and evening hour. 
The storm, the sunshine, and the shower, 
And changeth not its hue. 
In cottage-maid’s parterre thou’rt scon, 
In simple touching grace ; 
And in the garden of the queen, 
’Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen, 
Thou also hast a place. 
The rose, with bright, and peerless bloom. 
Attracted many eyes; 
But while her glories and perfume 
Expire before brief summer’s doom. 
Thy fragrance never dies. 
Thou art not like the fickle train, 
Our adverse fates estrange ; 
