THE POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
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To sec thoe, hear thee, know that thou art nigh. 
Oh, this is joy unknown to mo before ; 
All other thoughts are gono when thou art by— 
Thou fill’st my heart—it can contain no more 1 
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KING CUP. 
A very glossy, yellow flower, common Jn our fields in 
J une. It Is sometimes found double in gardens. 
X WISH I WERE RICH. 
On, had I wealth, upon thy shrine 
I'd pour its lavish treasures forth. 
And every jewel should be thine 
That glistens in the sea or earth. 
Oh, had I wealth, no want should come 
To breathe its blight upon thy heart; 
And round thy rich and beauteous home 
Should cluster every gem of art. 
Oh, had I wealth, I'd lay it all 
With pride and pleasure at thy feet; 
And thou shouldst shine in home and hall. 
The fairest that the eye could meet. 
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LABURNUM. 
Flowers purplish, or yellow. 
PENSIVE BEAUTY. 
Thought, like a bird of drooping wing, 
Sits hushed upon thy brow ; 
While from thine eyes’ deep shaded spring 
A thousand feelings flow. 
Thou art like some lone, brilliant star, 
Si>me planetary light. 
That glitters, radiant and afar, 
Within the depths of night. 
Thy beauty has a twilight grace, 
Half-shadowy and half-bright— 
A curtain o'er thy radiant face 
Of intellectual light. 
LADY’S SLIPPER. 
Flowers purple, pink, yellow, &c. 
CAPRICIOUS BEAUTY. 
Chanoino ever, who can dare 
Trust his feelings to thy care ? 
Smiling now, and now so vexed. 
Who knows what to look for next? 
Who can love thee if they would ; 
Or would love thee if thev could ? 
What but agony and fear, 
First a smile and then a tear. 
Could attend a true devotion 
To a heart of such commotion ? 
Nay, capricious one ! believe me, 
Thine's no more the power to grieve me I 
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LARKSPUR, PINK. 
Flowers blue, white, and pink. A very handsome, 
showy blossom, easy of cultivation. 
FICKLENESS. 
Thou art not what thou wert, — 
Farewell, and may God bless thee; 
My heart with strength is girt 
Once more to say, God bless thee 1 
Thou hast forgot thy vow— 
I give thee back its token ; 
'Tis but a memory now 
Of pledges lightly broken. 
Farewell ! we meet no more; 
And though I now regret thee. 
My grief will soon be o'er;— 
I can, and will, forget thee. 
