POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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It lingered to share in 
. The sun’s latest ray, 
When the rest of its sisters 
Had faded away; 
But when cold tempests gathered, 
And wintry winds blew, 
It shrank from the trial, 
And fell away too. 
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And thus, often a friend, 
Spring and summer have known, 
Will live through one Autumn, 
When many have flown ; 
But when hope has departed, 
And sorrow’s cloud lour, 
Fades away from our side, 
Like the last Autumn Flower. 
THE DAISY. 
Hail ! gentle daisy, how I love 
To see thy little head, 
Meekly adorning field or grove, 
Or garden flower-bed ! — 
Or by the mansion, or the cot, 
Or by the purling stream, 
1 love to see thee, gentle flow’r, 
With white and golden gleam. 
