TEXT-BOOK OF FLOWERS 
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Mulberry Tree 
Wisdom, 
Would you fin emblem of wisdom see, 
Behold it in the Mulberry Tree; 
His leafy dress he puts not on, 
'Till Winter’s nipping frosts are gone 
Nightshade 
Witchcraft, 
Circean plant, why hold me fast 
VV ith those small hooks of thine ? 
I Mould begone, 
I feel like one 
O’er whom a dreamy spell is cast,— 
Drunk with enchanted wine. 
Worth beyond 
Beauty, 
Sweet 
Alyssum. 
Beauty will fade, but Worth decayeth never; 
One pleaseth for an hour, the other glads for ever. 
You are Cold, 
Hortensia. 
Fair art thou, surpassing fair, 
Many eyes thy charms admire. 
But no warmth of heart is there. 
Quickly do thy beauties tire. 
You are my 
Divinity, 
American. 
Cowslip. 
Dodecanthum,—twelve divinities! 
So Linnaeus named it from the llowrets twelve 
Which crown the emerald stem of this fair plant! 
What fitter offering to thee, who art my heart’s 
divinity ? 
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