THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
1 
Come ! from her stores we’ll cull the be?i 
Thy bosom to adorn; 
Each leaf in livelier verdure drest, 
Each blossom balmier than the rest, 
Each rose without a thorn ; 
Fleet tints, that with the rainbow died, 
Brief flowers, that withered in their pride. 
Shall, blushing into light, awake 
And kindlier bloom, for thy dear s*ke. 
And first—though oft, alas ! condemrvsd. 
Like merit, to the shade— 
The Primrose meek, with dews begenuwi, 
Shall sparkle in the braid: 
And there, as sisters, side by side, 
(Genius with modesty allied,) 
The Pink’s bright red, the Violet’s blue. 
In blended rays, shall greet our view, 
Each lovelier for the other’s hue. 
How soft yon Jasmine’s sunlit glow, 
How chaste yon Lily’s robe of snow, 
With Myrtle green inwove, 
Pypes, dearest, of thyself and me— 
Of thy mild grace and purity, 
And my unchanging love, 
Of grace and purity, like thine, 
And love, undying love, like mine. 
