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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
They tell us that Love in his fairy bower, 
Had two blush Roses, of birth divine; 
He sprinkled the one with a rainbow’s shower, 
But bathed the other with mantling wine. 
Soon did the buds, that drank of the floods 
Distilled by the rainbow, decline and fade; 
While those which the tide of ruby had dyed 
All blushed into beauty, like thee, sweet maid! 
A ROSE-BUD.— Young Girl. 
Burns made use of the Rose-bud as the emblem of a 
favourite young lady, in a poetical address to “ Dear 
Little Jessie”:— 
Beauteous Rose-bud, young and gay, blooming in thy 
early May, 
Never may’st thou, lovely flower, chilly shrink in sleety 
shower. 
May’st thou long, sweet crimson gem, richly deck thy 
native stem. 
And again, to the same 
Thus thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay, 
Shall beauteous blaze upon the day, 
And bless the parent’s evening ray, 
That watched thy early morning. 
ROSEMARY.— Remembrance. 
Kirke White thus solemnly addresses Rosemary:— 
Come, funeral flower ! who lov’st to dwell 
With the pale corpse in lonely tomb, 
