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32 THE POETRY 
OP FLOWERS. 
CARDINAL FLOWER. 
CATCHFLY, RED. 
This is a beautiful flower. Flowers a rich scarlet. 
YOUTHFUL LOVE. 
DISTINCTION. 
Heaven grant thee, friend, a high soft star to be. 
Never forget the holy love 
It hath been ours to keep 
Undimmed amid all cares and toils— 
Calm, still and bright, to trace thy way in heaven, 
The true, the pure, the deep. 
And shed thy light o'er life’s tempestuous sea. 
The trusting love of early youth, 
Where human hearts, like fragile barks are driven, 
Still fair in its own changeless truth. 
'Mid rocks and hidden shoals ; 
A soul *mid glorious souls— 
Never forget —it hath been joy. 
A small, pure star, within the glittering band. 
In suffering and in tears. 
That high above the clouds, undimmed and grand, 
To know that thou wert still the same 
In placid beauty, rolls. 
As in our earlier years. 
To herald on the weary to the land 
The cup of life were .bitterer yet, 
Where all is rest and peace; to guide the way 
Could I but deem thou wouldst forget. 
To heaven’s unclouded day 1 
Miss J. A. Fletcher. 
CARNATION, YELLOW. 
CATCHFLY, SILENE. 
This is a very rich and fragrant flower, growing some- 
There are nearly one hundred species of this flower. 
times as large as a rose. 
PRETENDED LOVE. 
DISDAIN. 
It is not well amid thy race to move 
Op winning words, and tender looks. 
My artless friend, beware ; 
And shut thy heart to sympathy and love. 
Along the path of human life 
It is not well to scorn inferior minds. 
Lurks many a fatal snare. 
And pass them by as though they were but hinds. 
Pride may become thee, as the veil a nun. 
Trust seldom, and with much reserve ; 
But ah 1 they love thee not whom thou dost shun! 
Few merit gen'rous faith ; 
And days may come to thee when human love 
And should guile speak, oh give no heed 
Thou wilt desire all earthly things above; 
To what the tempter saith. 
And thou wilt mourn that, in thy days of pride. 
Thou didst not win some true hearts to thy side; 
I fear some treacherous snare is laid 
Wilt mourn that now, thy rank and wealth have 
Along thy flowery way ; 
flown. 
Oh, be thou cautious—smiles may cheat, 
Thou’rt left to suffer and to die alono. 
And tender words betray. 
