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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Far o’er the sea, tar o’er the sea, 
Where milder suns in summer smile, 
Exists the land so dear to me, 
Beloved England’s verdant isle. 
There first I knew thee, lowly flower, 
In copse remote, so wildly sweet; 
Nor dreamt in proud and foreign bower, 
Thy modest form I e’er should greet. 
Yon rose, the garden’s brilliant queen, 
The orange, clad in vest of gold, 
Carnation, rich in painted sheen, 
And gaudy tulip, gay and hold; 
Not one for thee a friend or mate. 
Meek daughter of the lowly dale! 
0 leave them to their lordly state, 
And think thee of thy parent vale. 
When next thy modest charms I view, 
Be it among each early fere; 
The primrose pure, the harebell blue, 
And cowslip, still to fairies dear. 
Far o’er the sea, far o’er the sea, 
Where milder suns in summer smile, 
There may I meet thee, wild and free, 
Once more within our native isle. 
M. Baillik. 
