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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
The Dahlia will each glory wear, 
With tints as bright and leaves as green; 
And winter, in his savage mien, 
May breathe forth storm,—yet she will bear 
With all: and in the summer ray, 
With blossoms deck the brow of day. 
THE DAISY. —Innocence. 
Our poets abound with passages in praise of this 
humble but popular flower. First let us hear 
Cowper:— 
In the spring and play-time of the year 
That calls the unwonted villager abroad 
With all her little ones, a sportive train, 
To gather king-cups in the yellow mead, 
And prank their hair with Daisies. 
How intimately it is associated with child-life is 
shown by Montgomery, by the effect of its appearance 
in India 
Thrice welcome, little English flower ! 
Of early scenes beloved by me, 
While happy in my father’s bower, 
Thou shalt the blithe memorial be ; 
The fairy sports of infancy, 
Youth’s golden age, and manhood’s prime, 
Home, country, kindred, friends, with thee 
Are mine in this far clime. 
Thrice, welcome, little English flower! 
I’ll rear thee with a trembling hand ; 
