THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
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BARBERRY. 
Til'S graceful shrub is well known. It is an ornament to 
the shrubbery, and is much esteemed for its fruit. It 
bears a pretty yellow flower. 
ILL TSMPKR. 
That frown but ill becomes thy face; 
Th.v- pout hath spoilt thy lips* sweet grooe; 
Those peevish tones disturb the ear 
Accustomed thy soft notes to hear. 
Have I offended ? Gently chide. 
And I thine anger will abide; 
Will kneel repentant at thy feet. 
Until my pardon is complete. 
Say, dust thou not this mood regret ? 
Thou dost 1 Forgive, then, and forget. 
BAY LEAF. 
The Greek fable relates, that Daphne was transformed 
into the Bay tree, and that Apollo, her lover, 
crowned his head with the leaves. 
I CHANGE BUT IN DEATH. 
Though fate ordains that wo must part, 
And each fond tie doth sever. 
Yet still thou reignest in my heart. 
To be dethroned never 1 
Thy resting-place it still shall be. 
Should grief or care assail thee; 
And when thy summer-friends all flee. 
This refuge ne’er shall fail thee. 
Thy memory, fondly there enshrined, 
The dews of thought shall nourish; 
And from the dross of earth refined, 
The plant of love shall flourish. 
C. A. FlLERBROWN. 
BINDWEED, SMALL. 
HUMILITY. 
Likb thy Saviour, maid, thou art,— 
Humble, lowly, mock of heart: 
Fairest of the flowers of earth. 
Yet unconscious of thy worth. 
Ever thus pursue thy way. 
Ever thus thy Lord obey ; 
Dearest of all charms to me 
Is thy sweet humility. 
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BLUE BELL. 
CONSTANCY. 
Thev bid me forget him ! as if I could tear 
From my heart the dear image so long cherish’d there; 
Like a rose in the wilderness, blooming and free. 
Like a rose in the desert that love is to me. 
I brood o’er my thoughts in the stillness of night; 
I cannot forget him —would not, if I might! 
’Trs the star that illumines my desolate way. 
And gives it the glory and brightness of day. 
C. A. Fiu.bbuotvn. 
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BONUS HENRICUS. 
Good Henry—one of the Chenopodium cm- goosefoot 
family. 
GOODNESS. 
I know thou art not beautiful, nor art thou Fortune’s 
child; 
Yet beameth ever from thine eye a spirit undefiled. 
I know that genius never shed its radiance on thy brow ; 
Yet wert thou ever truthful, good, and kind as thou 
art now. 
