AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 
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THINK OF ME. 
PANSY, OR HEART’s-EASE. 
--pray you, love, remember, 
There’s pansies — that’s for thoughts. 
Shakspeare. 
The teints of this flower are scarce less varied than the 
names that have been bestowed upon it. That of pansy is a 
corruption of the French name, pensee, thought. 
Leigh Hunt introduces the heart’s-ease into his verses:_ 
The garden’s gem, 
Heart’s-ease, like a gallant bold, 
In his cloth of purple and gold. 
Phillips observes that the most brilliant purples of the artist 
appear dull when compared to that of the pansy; our richest 
satins and velvets coarse and unsightly by a comparison of tex¬ 
ture; and, as to delicacy of shading, it is scarcely surpassed by 
the bow of Iris itself. 
Oh ! long may the blossom, whatever betide, 
The tenderest breath of the summer-wind win, 
And smile in its beauty, thy threshold beside, 
Bright symbol* sweet lady, of heart’s-ease within ! 
f. s. o. 
