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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Thou wert made to wave, 
Patient when Winter winds rave o’er thee, 
Lowly when Summer suns restore thee, 
Upon thy martyr’s grave. 
Like that martyr thou hast given 
A lesson of faith and meekness, 
Of patient strength in weakness, 
And trust in Heaven 1 
THE PASSION FLOWER. 
All beauteous flower ! whose centre glows 
With studs of gold ; thence streaming flows 
Ray-like effulgence ; next is seen 
A rich expanse of varying hue, 
Enfring’d with an empurpl’d blue. 
And streak’d with young Pomona’s green. 
High o’er the pointal deck’d with gold, 
(Emblem mysterious to behold !) 
A radiant ci’oss its form expands ; 
Its opening arms appear t’ embrace 
The whole collective huraan race. 
Refuge of all men, in all lands. 
