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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 37 
GERANIUM, WILD. 
1 see thee, if far up the pathw ay yonder 
The dust be stirred ; 
DISAPPOINTKD EXPECTATION. 
If faint steps o’er the little bridge to wander 
At night bo heard. 
Oh, give me back my maiden haunt 
Beside the meadow brook ; 
I hear thee, when the tossing waves’ low rumbling 
I weary for the simple scenes 
Creeps up the hill; 
My foolish heart forsook. 
1 go to the lone wood, and listen, trembling. 
A couch beneath our cottage-roof 
When all is still. 
Gave calm and sweet repose ; 
Goethe. 
I never wakened then to weep, 
Nor slept to dream of woes. 
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Now dwell I here, a slave ’mid slaves— 
GOLDEN ROD. 
A kid within a fold ; 
Alas l I do not love my chains. 
Flowers bright yellow, and very showy. 
Although they are of gold. 
I do not love those gaudy rooms. 
This incense-laden air; 
ENCOURAGEMENT. 
How sweeter far the mountain-rocks 
And wild winds breathing there 1 
I will not chide thy love. 
Nor crush its budding flower; 
GILLY FLOWER. 
But it must look above 
Flowers bright red, purple, or white. The white Gilly 
For fostering sun and shower. 
Flower is very fragrant. 
May be, when months are o’er. 
unfading beauty. 
This heart may be all tliine; 
Oh, wouldst thou ask for more 
Oh faint, indeed, are outward hues 
From lips reserved as mine. 
Compared with thy rich mental light; 
Each day thy thoughts their rays diffuse, 
Yet grow each added day more bright. 
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GRASS. 
To scatter charms so rich as thine, 
In vain time’s surging billows roll; 
Tliere are more than three hundred species of Grass. 
The pearls that on thy forehead shine 
Some have very pretty flowers. 
Are gathered daily from thy soul. 
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SUBMISSION. 
GNAPHALIUM, EVERLASTING. 
1am resigned. Whate’cr my fate may be,— 
N K VER-G'E ASIX G It EM EMBRANCE. 
Or storms, or sunshine, to Thy will I bow; 
And be the fruit that hangs on life’s green tree 
I think of thee when the bright sunlight shimmers 
Or sweet, or bitter, it is welcome now. 
Across the sea; 
All things are equal to the heart that bears 
When the clear fountain in the moonbeam glimmers. 
A faith unblenching through earth’s thousand 
1 think of thee. 
snares. 
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