52 TIIE POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
TULIP, YELLOW. 
The charms of nature thrill thy 6onl, 
For nature’s own true child thou art; 
And waves of earnest feeling roll 
HOPELESS LOVE. 
In ceaseless music through thy heart. 
I cannot reproach thee 1 A malison rest 
On the word that would wound those kind feelings 
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of thine l 
"Wert thou colder than snow on Monadanock’s crest, 
VERNAL GRASS. 
The star of my love on thy spirit should shine. 
POOR BUT HAPPY 
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Yet thou lovest me not as thou lov’dst me of yore ; 
Mkn call us poor—it may be true 
A cloud hath arisen, a> d passed o’er the liuht. 
Amid the gay and glittering crowd ; 
It is well I May God bless thee, dear friend, evermore ; 
We feel it, though our wants are few. 
So the sun but gild tlivo, I can welcome the night. 
Yet envy not the proud. 
The freshness of love’s early flowers. 
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Heart-sheltered through long years of want. 
TURNIP. 
Pure hopes and quiet joys arc ours. 
That wealth could never grant. 
W. 11. Buri.bicih. 
CHARITY. 
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Speak kindly, oh speak soothingly. 
To him whose hopes are crossed. 
VERONICA. 
Whose blessed trust in human love 
Was early, early lest; 
FIDELITY. 
For wearily—how wearily I 
Drags life, if love depart; 
There are some spirits fitly strung 
Oh, let the balm of gentle words 
To echo back the tones of mine; 
Fall on the smitten heart 1 
And those few cherished souls among, 
1 dare, dear friend, to number tliine. 
Go gladly, with true sympathy, 
Angels attend thee ! May their wings 
Fan every shadow from thy brow ; 
And bid life’s sweetest smiles again 
For only bright and loving things 
Along their pathway shine. 
Should wait on one so good as thou. 
Oh, heavily doth poverty 
Man’s nobler instincts bind ; 
Yet sever not that chain to cast 
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A sadder on the mind. 
Miis. Cam*. 
VIOLET, BLUE. 
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FAITHFULNESS. 
VERBENA. 
Oh, shame may come upon thy name, 
And want and suffering dim thine eye ; 
SENSITIVENESS. 
But thou wilt find me still the same— 
For love like mine can never die. 
Think eye at others’ sorrow weeps, 
1 will be thine through weal and woe. 
Thy lip at others’ joy looks gay; 
Through days of joy and sorrow’s night; 
Thy heart's deep fount of feeling keeps 
My faith like morning’s beams shall glow,— 
In gentle, yet perpetual play. 
My love shall be thy quenchless light. 
