THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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All along the branches creeping, through the velvet 
foliage peeping, 
Little infant fruits we see nursing into luxury ! 
Moore’s Anacreon. 
THE CHEERY.— Good Education. 
Herrick, while admiring Cherry-blossom, thus anti¬ 
cipates the time when the fruit will be ripe :— 
Ye may simper, blush, and smile, and perfume the air 
awhile; 
But sweet things, ye must be gone, fruit, ye know, is 
coming on; 
Then, oh then, where is your grace, when as cherries 
come in place ? 
Mr. Procter (“ Barry Cornwall”), bursts into this 
eulogy on the Wild Cherry-tree :— 
Oh,—there never was yet so fair a thing, 
By racing river or bubbling spring,— 
Nothing that ever so gaily grew 
Up from the ground when the skies were blue, 
Nothing so brave—nothing so free. 
As thou —my wild, wild Cherry-tree ! 
Jove ! how it danced in the gusty breeze ! 
Jove ! how it frolicked amongst the trees ! 
Dashing the pride of the poplar down, 
Stripping the thorn of its hoary crown ! 
Oak or ash—what matter to thee ? 
’Twas the same to my wild, wild Cherry-tree ! 
