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POETRY OF FLOWEP.S. 
The wall-flower’s that of Faith, too true 
For ruin to destroy ;— 
And where, Oh! where should Hope up-spring 
But under Faith’s protecting wing ? 
THE ROSE-BUD AND EMBLEM. 
I SAW a rose with colours bright 
Blooming on its mossy stem. 
It seem’d to me in blushing pride 
Earth’s fairest gem. 
Its fragrance fill’d the balmy air. 
Its beauty pleased the passing eye ; 
Ah ! who could think so fair a thing 
Must fade and die ? 
It had been nursed with gentle care. 
The sun had lent its glad’ning power, 
Its leaves unfolded to receive 
The ambrosial shower. 
But soon as angry storm arose, 
The sun withdrew its genial ray ; 
I look’d and saw tjje once fair flower 
Had pass’d away ! 
