AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. 
Balsam. — White Daisy. 
Be not impatient, I will think of it. 
Oh! bid me not so soon decide, 
On what, through life, to me, 
Or weal or wo my heart betide, 
A changeless fate must be! 
The gamester pauses ere he toss 
The dice, on which depends 
His worshipped gold — that glittering dross, 
Which with existence ends; — 
But I must stake a priceless wealth — 
Hope — happiness and love — 
My peace on earth — my young heart’s health 
And more — my bliss above! 
f. s. 
