AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
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ILLUSTRATION OF PLATE. 
Purple and Yellotv Iris. — Hawthorn. 
I send you a message of love on the wings of hope. 
Fond Love, who lives in my heart for thee, 
Had a message this morning he wanted to send, 
While Fear, who will ever beside him be, 
Cried: “ Better beware; my friend!” 
But then, sweet Memory woke awhile, 
And softly she told in Love’s true ear, 
Of a certain bewitching and eloquent smile, 
Which you have forgotten, I fear 1 
Young Hope, who was listening, caught the sound, 
All beaming with light, she flew to Love — 
“Oh! round my wings, he your billetdoux bound, 
And I ’ll be your carrier-dove !” 
’T was done — Hope went — (she knows the way 
By heart, for she’s travelled it oft ere now) --- 
Ah! send her back to me, sweet, I pray, 
With the same unclouded brow ! 
She will furl, at your feet, her weary wing, 
And oh ! if the billet she bears be fled, 
Think that Fear must have followed and loosened the 
string — 
And just guess all that Lote would have said. 
f. s. o. 
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