THE POE'PRY OP FLOWERS. 
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STRAWBERRY. 
To age how kind thy courtesy. 
PERFECT EXCELLENCE. 
To woman how sincere ! 
Alike removed from vanity. 
From artifice and fear. 
Untouched by mortal passion. 
Thou sovm'st of heavenly birth. 
Pure as the effluence of a star 
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Just reached our distant earth. 
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SYRINGA. 
An inward light, to guide thee. 
Unto thy soul is given, 
Pure and serene as its divine 
MEMORY. 
Original in heaven. 
Type of the ransomed Psyche I 
Oh, Memory ! thou only wakencr of the dead ! 
llow gladly, hand in hand, 
Thou only treasurer of the vanished past I 
To some new world Pd fly with thee 
How welcome art thou when bright hope is fled. 
Prom off" this mortal strand I 
And sorrow's mantle o’er the soul is cast! 
J. Aldrice. 
Back o'er those days, too beautiful to last. 
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Thy gentle hand will lead the saddened thought; 
And though the tears may trickle warm and fast. 
SUNFLOWER, DWARF. 
Yet thy sweet pictures with such peace are fraught, 
The heart, beguiled, exclaims, ** This is the fount 1 
soughti" 
ADORATION 1 . 
The rose needs not the suinmor li„ht. 
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The bird needs not t>o sheltering tree. 
So much as I, in sorrow's night. 
TULIP, VARIEGATED. 
Need smiles from thee. 
Oh, never let thine eye grow cold, 
Corolla bell-shaped. No calyx. Colour of the flower. 
Thy cherished voice grow rude to me; 
in its natural state, crimson. By cultivation it has 
been made to assume every variety of huo. 
But let thy lip, as oft of old. 
Still smile on me. 
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BEAUTIFUL EYES. 
Melting, dazzling, tender, bright. 
SWEET WILLIAM. 
Full of Love’s own gentle light; 
Now downcast, and now uplifted. 
GALLANTRY. 
■With, a world of beauty gifted ; 
Drooping now with silent thought. 
Now with joy and gladness fraught; 
The knights of old might envy thee 
Arch and mirthful, soft and pensive. 
Thy courtly grace of mien; 
Now assailing, now defensive— 
Thy noble daring, brave and free 
Filled with glory from the skies— 
In every dangerous scene. 
Ah l who can describe thine eyes? 
