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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Whilst within thy mossy cell 
The sylph or fairy loves to dwell ; 
Whilst young zephyr sweetly sings 
And in thy odours dips his wings; 
Remembei-, beauty quickly dies, 
And with it adulation flies. 
Emblem of Mary’s lovely face ! 
Of Mary’s beaut}^ Mary’s grace! 
Go, teach her now this serious truth— 
That beauty fades, as fades our youth ; 
Howe’er her lovely features bloom. 
They only blossom o’er her tomb ; 
Bid her remember flattery dies— 
Bid her, whilst young, be good and wise. 
FOLLY’S FLOWER, 
THE COLUMBINE. 
Being lilies for a maiden’s grave, 
Boses to deck the bride, 
Tulips for all who love through life 
In brave attire to ride : 
Bring each for each, in bower and hall. 
But cull the columbine for all. 
