THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. |<? 
While many bring in, with a laugh or rnyme, 
Green branches of holly for Christmas time! 
0 the Holly, the bright green Holly, 
It tells (like a tongue) that the times are jolly . 
Sometimes—in our grave-house, 
Observe, this happeneth not; 
But, at times, the evergreen laurel boughs 
And the holly are all forgot! 
And then ! what then ? why, the men laugh low, 
And hang up a branch of—the Mistletoe ! 
Oh, brave is the Laurel! and brave is the Hclly ! 
But the Mistletoe banishelh melancholy ! 
Ah, nobody knows, nor ever shall k?iou> 
What is done — under the .Mistletoe t 
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