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rOE’l’RT OF FLOWERS. 
POETICAL PORTRAIT. 
A violet by a mossy stone 
Half-hidden from the eye, 
Fair as a star when only one 
Is shining in the sky.— Wobdswobth. 
Flowers of the fairest, 
And gems of the rarest, 
find and I gather in country or town ; 
But one is still wanting, 
Oh! where is it haunting ? 
The hud and the jewel must make up my crown. 
The Rose with its bright heads, 
The diamond that light sheds 
Rich as the sunbeam and pure as the snow; 
One gives me its fragrance, 
The other its radiance, 
But the pearl and the lily, where dwell they below ? 
’Tis years since I knew thee, 
But yet should I view thee 
With the eye and the heart of my earliest youth; 
And feel thy meek beauty 
Add impulse to duty, 
The love of the fancy to old ties of truth. 
