OK, LANGUAGE OE FLOWERS. 
I will peer up with my little bright head— 
All will be joyful to see me. 
Then from my heart will young buds divergo 
As rays of the sun from their focus ; 
And I from the darkness of earth will emerge 
A happy and beautiful crocus ! 
Gaily arrayed in my yellow and green, 
When to their view I have risen, 
Will they not wonder how one so serene 
Came from so dismal a prison ? 
Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower 
This useful lesson may borrow :— 
Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour, 
We come out the brighter to-morrow! 
BLOSSOMS. 
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree 
Why do ye fall so fast ? 
Your date is not so past, 
But you may stay here yet awhile 
To blush and gently smile, 
And go at last! 
What, were ye born to be 
An hour or half’s delight, 
And so to bid good-night ? 
