POETUY OP FLOWERS. 
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Passed carelessly by, nor turned again 
That scathed wreck to view : 
But now I can draw from that mouldering tree, 
Thoughts which are soothing and dear to me. 
0 smile not! nor think it a worthless thing, 
If it be with instruction fraught; 
That which will closest and longest cling 
Is alone worth a serious thought 1 
Should aught be unlovely which thus can shed 
Grace on the dying, and leaves on the dead ? 
Now, in thy youth, beseech of Him 
Who giveth, and upbraideth not. 
That his light in thy heart become not dim, 
And his love be unforgot; 
And thy God, in the darkest of days, will be 
Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee! 
TO THE BRAMBLE FLOWER. 
Thy fruit full well the school-boy knows. 
Wild bramble of the brake 1 
Go put thou forth thy small white rose ; 
I love it for his sake. 
Though woodbines flaunt and roses glow 
O’er all the fragrant bowers. 
