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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
And be renewed; the hope how blest, 
0 may that hope desert me never ! 
Like thee to sleep on Nature's breast, 
And wake again, and bloom for ever. 
Bowring\ 
THE TREMBLING POPLAR.— Moaning. 
The nightingale when bewailing the loss of her 
young was noticed by Virgil, in association with this 
tree 
So mourning 'neath the trembling Poplar’s shade 
The nightingale bemoans her absent young, 
Which some hard-hearted rustic, noting well, 
Drew from their nest, unplumed: now she, distressed, 
Weeps through the night, and, perching on a branch, 
Repeats her mournful song; and with sad plaints 
Fills up the grove extended far and wide. 
Favourite Field Flowers. 
TULIP.— Declaration of Love. 
Thomson speaks in these glowing terms of the 
flower:— 
Then comes the Tulip race, where beauty plays 
Her idle freaks. Prom family diffused 
To family, as flies the father dust, 
The varied colours run; and while they break 
On the charmed eye, th’ exulting florist marks 
With secret pride, the wonders of his hand. 
