THE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
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HOLLYHOCK, WHITE. 
A native of the East. Flowers of a variety of colours— 
single and double. 
HONEYSUCKLE, WILD. 
Flowers white, red, scarlet, and beautiful. 
AMBITION. 
My laurel-wreath with blood is stained— 
How great hath been its cost! 
What is the glory I have gained. 
Compared with what I’ve lost ?— 
Earth’s proudest ones have sought my shrine, 
And offered incense there; 
But gladly would I all resign, 
A quiet heart to bear 1 
C. A. Fillebrown. 
DEVOTED LOVE. 
I co with thee ! I will be thine. 
In weal, in want, in woe; 
Thy path, where’er it leads, is mine— 
I go, my love, I go 1 
’Tis not for wealth I seek the shade 
Of forest bower and tree ; 
To share the burdens on thee laid— 
For this I go with thee. 
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Ah ! Peace is never found in Pleasure's whirl. 
Nor where Ambition’s luring meteors burn. 
These bring no lasting joy ; in humble worth 
Lies all the enduring glory of this earth. 
S. C. E. 
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HONEY ELOWER. 
SWEET AND SECRET LOVE. 
I think of thee, thou fair one. 
In my sad and lonely hours ; 
And the thought of thee comes o’er me 
Like the breath of morning flowers. 
Like music that enchants the car, 
Like sights that bless the eye. 
Like the verdure of the meadow. 
The azure of the rky. 
Like rainbow in the evening. 
Like blossom on the tree. 
Is the thought of thee, thou loved one,— 
Is the tender thought of thee 1 
John Khnyon. 
HOUSTONIA. 
A small, delicate spring flower. Flowers white, 
purple, scarlet, and blue. 
CONTENT. 
Comb to our cottage, love. IIow sweetly there 
The rose-trees bloom t How the soft-scented air 
Plays round its shaded trellises, and floats 
Through our own quiet rooms. The woodlark's 
notes. 
The sweetest in the choir of earth, awake 
Our happy spirits to the day, and make 
Our morning hymn of praise. The mellow beams 
Of the rich sun shine gently on the streams 
That murmur there ; and thy pure, faithful love 
Smiles on me ever. 
HYDRANGEA. 
Flowers rose-colour, sometimes blue. Hue very 
changeable. 
IIE ARTLESSNESS. 
Yns, thou canst smile and be ns gay 
As though no heart thy guile had broken ; 
While every step along my way 
Br ings up of thee some painful token. 
