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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
List, beloved ! what it sayeth ; 
List each blossom’s whispered sound ! 
And its lowly head it layeth 
On the dew-sprinkled ground. 
Bethink ! each dew-drop is a tear, 
That brims its dark blue eyes ; 
Remember—when you wander near—■ 
* Forget me not!’ it sighs ! 
THE MULBERRY TREE. 
The Mulberry tree, the Mulberry tree ! 
No child of the woods so wise as she ; 
For the spring may come, and thespringraay 
And her hastier mates in beauty glow. 
Yet still she waits her fitting time. 
Till summer hath reached her sunny prime. 
Prudent, patient Mulberry-tree ! 
What child of the woods so wise as she ! 
But when chill spring hath passed away, 
She quickly buddeth without delay. 
Soon decketh herself in her summer charms. 
And flingeth her dress o’er her naked arms ; 
And her ample leaf unfold at last. 
And her purple fruit doth ripen fast. 
Active, ardent Mulberry tree ! 
No child of the woods so wise as she. 
