POETRY OF FLOWERS. 203 
And the trust that had withered, the joy that was 
lost, 
Forth springing again, but again to be crost. 
What came with the Roses ? The promise of truth, 
And the love that haunts ever the spirit of youth. 
Ere the heart learns to school its wild throbs of 
delight. 
Ere the storms of the world pour their withering 
blight. 
What went with the Roses ? Hope chill’d to de¬ 
spair. 
And all our bright visions like fabrics in air. 
We felt they were lovely ! we knew they must go. 
Yet that doth not waken one pulse of our woe. 
What went with the Roses? The love of long 
years 
That kindled in sunshine, has withered in tears ; 
And the joy that we deemed in a moment to clasp, 
Had fled like a shade and eluded our grasp. 
What went with the Roses ? The bark o’er the 
sea. 
With its treasures of loved ones—the leaf from 
the tree. 
The earliest reft—in our pathway is shed, 
And the birds of the spring-time are silent or fled. 
