POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
They often fade before they’re blown, 
Nor more secure am I; 
Some sudden stroke may cut me down, 
And I must likewise die. 
0 ! then, may heaven be my concern, 
As I upon it look, 
A useful lesson may I learn 
From Nature’s easy book. 
Anon. 
THE FLOWER GIRL. 
Flowers, flowers, who will buy ? 
Will buy my opening flowers ? 
I have sought them low and high, 
In the summer bowers ! 
Here you have the dappled pink, 
Mixed with half shut roses, 
Honeysuckles which I link, 
With jasmines, in my posies. 
Ladies, you should buy of me— 
The flowers in their twining, 
Have a moral that may be 
Worthy your divining. 
See the bright carnation’s dye, 
And learn of it your duty, 
