Og TriE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
ELOWERING RUSH. 
Unwon, unwooed by human love, 
My heart shall fix its hopes above. 
CONFIDENCE IN HEAVEN. 
Approach me not with tempting wiles— 
My lip denies thee while it smiles ; 
On, there is solemn peace, and strength sublime, 
And holy fortitude, and deep sweet rest, 
In all our thoughts and visions of that clime 
In virgin Hbcrtv and. pcaco 
1 will live out my mortal lease. 
"Where dwell the spirits of the loved and blest. 
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In cverj’ hue of gladsome beauty dre^t. 
They come across our hearts like gleams of li^ht, 
GERANIUM, SCENTED. 
Fraught with a mission, at God's high behest— 
A mission to relieve our mental sight 
Leaves rose-scented. Flowers purplish pink. 
By glimpses of a life where all is calm and bright. 
PREFERENCE. 
FORGET-ME-NOT. 
A very pretty, but minute flower, growing by the 
brook-sides. Colour, sky blue. 
Others may wear a gayer smile, 
And speak in richer tones; 
But ah 1 my heart, my heart, the while. 
Each spell save thine disowns. 
TRUE LOVE. 
Dearer to me one word of thine 
Give not to weary thought the love 
That should be solely mine ; 
• Nor tire thee of the shrinking dove 
Than all that others speak; 
My heart I lay upon thy shrine— 
Accept it ere it break. 
Thou call'st so fondly thine. 
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I know my words are weak and small— 
For mind like thine unmeet ; 
But I have love beyond them all. 
GERANIUM, SILVER-LEAVED. 
To lavish at thy feet. 
This has a beautiful silvery leaf. 
Nay, heed it not, this foolish tear 
That trembles in mine eye ; 
It always comes when thou art here, — 
RECALL. 
I know not how or why. 
It is not grief, or pain, or joy,— 
It comes of love, may be ; 
Then do not thou the spell destroy — 
’Tis bliss to weep for thee I 
Come back ! oh come ! The past shall be 
A cloud fore’er removed; 
Come back, and in my welcome see 
How’ thou art still beloved. 
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I strove in vain to bid my heart 
GENTIAN. 
A very beautiful autumn wild flower, of a deep blue 
colour, with delicately fringed petals. 
Forget its early dream ; 
For, ah ! the dream would not depart, 
And thou wert still its theme. 
VIRGIN PRIDE. 
Come back, and never more shall doubt 
Or cold distrust be mine ; 
Ai-OXE and pure my life shall be, 
A vestal flame from passion free ; 
My heart hath cast these demons out, 
j And now is wholly thine. 
