THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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’Tis Flora’s pagein every place, 
In every season, fresli and fair, 
It opens with perennial grace, 
And blossoms everywhere. 
On waste and woodland, rock and plain, 
Its humble buds unheeded rise; 
The rose has but a summer reign, 
The Daisy never dies. 
DANDELION.— Oracle. 
Elliott thus notices the peculiarity of the Dande¬ 
lion opening its petals to the earliest rays of the 
sun:— 
And here the sun-flower of the spring, 
Burns bright in morning’s beam. 
And Moore adverts to their closing :— 
She, enamoured of the sun, 
At his departure hangs her head and Aveeps, 
And shrouds her sweetness up and keeps 
Sad vigils, like a cloistered nun, 
Till his reviving ray appears, 
Waking her beauty as he dries her tears. 
Howitt, speaking of this flower, says :— 
Dandelion, with globe of down, 
The schoolboy’s clock in every town, 
Which the truant puffs amain, 
To conjure lost hours back again. 
