POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
47 
An thus, when around us affliction's dark power 
Eclipses the sunshine of life’s flowing hour, 
"While drooping, deserted, in sorrow we bend, 
Oh ! sweet is the presence of one faithful friend. 
The crowds that smiled on us when gladness was ours, 
Are Summer’s bright blossoms which Autumn de¬ 
vours ; 
But the friend on whose breast we in sorrow repose, 
That friend is the "W inter’s lone, beautiful Bose. 
ON A VIOLET IN TIIE GAEDEN OF A 
PALACE. 
Sweet tenant of tbe hedgerow wild, 
"Whose virgin sigh perfumes the air, 
Methinks thy beauty, pure and mild, 
Is lost amid yon gay parterre. 
Oh! while thy fragrance I inhale, 
Far other scenes before me rise; 
Scenes loved and lost, in vision pale, 
They float before my humid eyes. 
E’en now, by memory raised, I view 
The dewy mead, the shaded dell, 
"Where erst, when life was fresh and new, 
My careless childhood loved to dwell. 
