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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Place one white rose upon that whiter brow,— 
The rosemary, within that stone-cold hand : 
And on that breast, so chill and moveless now, 
Scatter some wild flowers of her native land : 
Yea, by affection be the lovelist given. 
To her now blooming in her native Heaven. 
Silence in that death-chamber !—the deep hush 
Of sentient minds above what once was Life. 
Crushed are all earthly hopes, which used to ru.sh 
With dark despair, in eager, anxious strife. 
Life’s dream is over, the belov’d is clay ; 
Godward the unchained soul hath pass’d away. 
Gone is the lov’d, the lovely! Sad the grief 
For her who ne’er before gave cause for tears; 
Her earthly pilgrimage hath been but brief— 
God claimed his own in her youth’s gentle years 
Wafting her spirit to yon starry skies. 
Ere Care could vex, or Sorrow dim her eyes. 
THE VIOLET’S SPRING SONG. 
Under the hedge all safe and warm. 
Sheltered from boisterous wind and storm, 
We violets lie; 
With each small ej'e 
Closely shut while the cold goes by. 
