TIIE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
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ROSE, AUSTRIAN. 
Leaflet fine. Flowers small. 
TIIOU ART ALL THAT IS LOVELY. 
Tht beauty wins my heart 
By its unstudied grace; 
There is no show of art 
In thy sweet, radiant face ; 
But soft simplicity and youth. 
And gentle love and sunny truth. 
Around thy face a spell have thrown. 
That wins and makes me all thine own. 
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ROSE, BRIDAL. 
This belongs to the Bramble family. The flowers aro 
small, white, double, ami very beautiful. 
IIAITY LOVE. 
It has been said that love doth bind the heart 
More strongly to the fading things of earth. 
Not so with us : our spirits have no part 
With feelings which are but of moital birth ; 
B'e love for heaven—let heaven become our home, 
Ere yet the angel beckon us to come. 
And are you happy ? asks some gentle one. 
In low, soft accents, and with thoughtful eye. 
Yes, dear, and more than happy, though tht run 
Is softly clouded, and the deep blue sky 
Grows deeper that it is not flushed with light.— 
Though all the clouds that shade it are of w hite. 
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ROSE-BUD, MOSS. 
The moss rose-bud is distinguished for its beauty. 
CONFESSION OF LOVE. 
I do believe that unto thee 
Truth, honour, plain sincerity, 
Are jewels far before 
All that the others think are dear; 
And yet far more than they 1 fear. 
Because I love thei morel 
And yet I hope, because I love 
With thoughts that set thee far above 
Vain Fortune's glittering store ; 
Others may deem thou canst be w on 
By things that sparkle in the sun. 
But oh I I love thee more ! 
G. P. R. James. 
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ROSE, DEEP RED. 
BASHFUL LOVK. 
The blushing rose that hangs its head. 
Or meets the sun with shrinking dread. 
Conceals within its heart a flame 
Which from that glowing noontide came. 
So have I loved ;—but some strange spell 
Forbids my heart its tale to tell; 
Here,—take this simple rose, and feel 
The love my lips dare not reveal. 
ROSE, FULL MOSS. 
Flowers bright crimson—very fragrant Sometimes 
the blossoms arc white or pink. 
SUPERIOR MERIT. 
I never saw a form before 
Of such unrivalled loveliness. 
Nor one who was of earth who wore 
The look of heaven upon her faoe. 
I never knew a hehrt so kind, 
Such tears for o hers' misery flow. 
Nor saw a hand so gladly bind 
The crushed and bleeding heart of woe. 
Her spirit was from sin so free. 
Such gladness round her path she shed. 
That all who knew her purity 
Poured blessings on her bright young head. 
In this cold world 1 nev r found 
But one to whom my Ivart was dear; 
But thousand chords of love had bound 
Her being to this changeful sphere. 
Miss Piioebb Caret. 
