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THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
1 am resigned. Ill holy hope and trust 
I wait the coming of a brighter day ; 
And though but thorns, and rocks, and scorching 
dust, 
Lie all along my melancholy way 
Yet with a fervent heart and willing mind 
2 can look up and say, I am resigned t 
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HAWTHORN. 
Flowers white. Berries scarlet. 
HOPE. 
Hope on, hope ever! 
Dark o'er us now the clouds of grief are brooding, 
Hoarsely the streamlets murmur at our feet; 
Bright birds of song, our eager grasp eluding, 
Far from our tree of love and life retreat. 
But oh! not yet, my gentle friend, shall leave us 
The fervent hope of sunshine and of joy; 
And whatsoe’er of wrong may come to grieve us, 
Let there be one thing grief can ne’er destroy— 
Hope on, hope ever! 
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HAZEL. 
This shrub is well known to children for its sweet, palat¬ 
able nut. The shrub itself is green and pretty. 
RECONCILIATION. 
We have been friendly together—it cannot all be o’er; 
Oh, let us nurse the smothered spark, till it shall blaue 
once more! 
Here, take this hand ; as once you deemed, its grasp is 
warm and true. 
And in my heart a gushing fount of love still springs 
for you. 
Oh, bless that beaming smile! it comes all sorrow to 
dispel; 
We’ro friends once more together—I w ill not say fare¬ 
well I 
Mrs. Sawyer. 
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HELIOTROPE. 
Flowers white, or faint purple. Very sweet scented. 
Turns toward the sun. 
DEVOTION. 
Ah ! I would sit for long, long hours. 
And let thee read my heart— 
Its Greek, and poetry, and flowers. 
And words of cunning art; 
And never think, with all thy skill, 
That thou couldst make it plain ; 
For something thou wouldst find there still 
To study o’er again. 
Deep graved upon its secret leaves 
Are mysteries so rare. 
That all the aid thy mind receives 
From books would fail thee there. 
But I, yes I, with simple pride. 
Could soon explain the key ; 
Here, take this sentence for thy guide— 
My love for God and thee f 
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HIBISCUS. 
A kind of Mallow. Flowers white and purple, or a 
faint straw-colour and purple. 
DELICATE BEAUTY. 
Seek for beauty if thou wilt, • 
But mark the quality; not that which shines 
From human face divine, and gains applause 
From gaping starers—that which fools admire. 
And seek no other; but that higher kind 
Which earth not only approbates, but heaven. 
Pure, bright, celestial I—beauty of the soul— 
Beauty oy holiness! 
J. G. Adams. 
