34 THE lover’s offering, 
Aconite crowfoot, honoured be thou 
And illustrious ever be thy name; 
Ambrosia, returned he thy love; 
Arbor Vitce, I’ll ever be the same. 
Almond Tree, sincere shall be my promise ; 
Ash Tree, with prudence I’ll yield thee good 
duty; 
Almond Laurel , if I did not, 0 perfidy, 
Alyssum Sweet, to thy worth beyond beauty ! 
Apricot blossom, banish thy every doubt; 
Aloe, grief ne’er be thy patrimony; 
Asclepias, 0 come and cure my heartache ; 
Linden, in the sweet bonds of matrimony ! 
— 3 D (§>i—■ 
FLOWERS. 
They tell of a season when men were not; 
When earth was by angels trod, 
And leaves and flowers in every spot 
Burst forth at the call of God. 
When spirits singing their hymns at even, 
Wandered by wood and glade, 
And the Lord looked down from the highest 
heaven, 
And bless’d what he had made— 
The bright, bright flowers! 
