THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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CEDAR TREE. 
This tree is a native of North America, and is one of our 
prettiest evergreens. The wood is considered valu¬ 
able for many purposes of building, &c. 
STRENGTH. 
Onward, for the truths of God I 
Onward, for the right! 
Firmly let the field be trod. 
In life’s coming fight: 
Heaven s own hand will lead thee on. 
Guard thee till thy task is done ! 
* * * • 
Then will brighter, sweeter flowers. 
Blossom round thy way, 
Thau e’er sprung in Hope's glad bowers 
In thine early day— 
And the rolling years shall bring 
Strength and healing on their wing. 
Mrs. Cask. 
-♦- 
CHINA ASTER, DOUBLE. 
The Aster is a very extensive genus, but there is none so 
beautiful as the cultivated China Aster. 
I PARTAKE YOUR SENTIMENTS. 
Yes, I am thine ! Upon thy bosom leaning. 
No grief hath power to damp my fervent bliss; 
Nor can such love to thee be overweening*— 
Thou art deserving all, and more than this I 
Beloved, ne’er from thee one moment straying. 
My heart shall twine its roots upon thy truth ; 
All lighter loves than this are fast decaying. 
Lost in the dying years of sunny youth. 
CLEMATIS. 
This is a very graceful climbing plant, bearing white 
and pale-blue flowers. 
MENTAL BEAUTY. 
Excelling riches dwell within thy mind— 
Strong, fervent thought, and eloquence refined ; 
Ideal beauty clusters round thy soul. 
While deep within, the waves of feeling roll. 
Religious fervour mingles with the grace 
Of playful fancy to illume thy face; 
And sparkling wit with graver sense unites. 
And fills thine eye with many changing lights. 
Oh, beautiful indeed, a mind like thine. 
And well might angels bow at such a shrine ; 
But man, weak man, oft passes idly by. 
To vw^rship beauty that attracts the eye; 
While menial grace, a charm that ne'er can fade. 
Flics from the crowd, and dwells amid the shade. 
-♦- 
COREOPSIS. 
This is a bright yellow flower, much cultivated in mo¬ 
dern gardens. It continues in bloom from June 
till autumn. 
ALWAYS CHEERFUL, 
Lovelv thou art, ay, lovely ; 
And sorrow shared with thee. 
As if magician-changed, becomes 
A pleasure unto me. 
life’s sky, though clothed with tempest-clouds, 
Grows bright when thou art nigh ; 
And tears e’en turn to smiles beneath 
Thine angel-gifted eye. 
Mrs. Scott. 
