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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
That blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, 
Hope’s gentle gem, the sweet “ forget me-not.” 
GARDEN WALL FLOWER.— Lasting Beauty. 
This peculiar quality—lasting beauty—is well set 
forth in these lines:— 
Rich is the pink, the lily gay, the rose is Summer’s 
guest; 
Bland are thy charms when these decay—of flowers, 
first, last, and best! 
These may be gaudier in the bower, and statelier on the 
tree; 
But Wall-flower, loved Wall-flower, thou art the flower 
for me! 
Delta ( Moir .) 
HAWTHORN.— Hope. 
In the days of Chaucer it was the custom to go a 
Maying, for says he :— 
Forthe goeth alle the Courte, bothe moste and leste. 
To fetch the flowirs freshe, and braunche and bloome, 
And namely Hawthorne brought both page and 
groome, 
With freshe garlantis partly blew and white. 
And Spenser in much the same strain tells us how — 
Youngthes folke now flocken in everie where 
To gather May buskets and smelling brere ; 
And home they hasten the poste3 to dight, 
And all the kirk pillours eare day-light 
With Hawthorn buds. 
