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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
THE BEECH.— Prosperity. 
Gray, in his Elegy, thus combines the Beech with 
the memory of some departed patriarch:— 
There at the foot of yonder nodding Beech, 
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, 
His listless length at noontide would he stretch, 
And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. 
THE BIRCH TREE.— Gracefulness. 
Most beautiful 
Of forest trees, the lady of the woods. 
In his poem, the “ Isle of Palms,” Wilson applies 
the epithet “ weeping ” to the tree :— 
On the green slope 
Of a romantic glade we sate us down, 
Amid the fragrance of the yellow broom, 
While o’er our heads the Weeping Birch-tree streamed 
Its branches, arching like a fountain shower. 
BLACK MULBERRY.— I will not Survive You. 
He shall with vigour bear the summer’s heat, 
Who, after dinner, shall be sure to eat 
His Mulberries, of'blackest ripest dyes, 
And gathered ere the morning sun arise. 
Francis’s Horace. 
