FOETltY OF FLOWERS. 
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They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours, 
And a dream of his youth—bring him Flowers, wild 
Flowers! 
Bring Flowers, fresh Flowers, for the bride to wear ! 
They were born to blush in her shining hair ; 
She is leaving the home of her childhood’s mirth, 
She hath bid farewell to her father’s hearth, 
Her place is now by another’s side—• 
Bring flowers for the locks of the fair young bride ! 
Bring Flowers, pale Flowers, on her bier to shed 
A crown for the brow of the early dead; 
For this through its leaves hath the white Rose burst; 
Tor this in the woods was the violet nursed : 
Though they smile in vain for what once was ours; 
Tley are Love’s last gift—bring ye Flowers—pale 
Flowers! 
Britg Flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, 
The) are Nature’s offering, their place is there’. 
They speak of hope to the fainting heart, 
With i voice of promise they come and part, 
They ^eep in dust through the wintry hours, 
They bleak forth in glory—bring Flowers, bright 
flowers. 
Mns. IIemans. 
