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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
TWINE THE HOSE AND THE LILY 
TOGETHER. 
I culled for the maid of my bosom a rose ; 
’Twas an emblem of beauty and love; 
For its bloom all her blushes seemed to disclose, 
And the dew-drops were shed from above. 
Rut soon the sad floweret drooped in decay, 
A victim to rude winds and weather; 
While love cheers the heart in youth’s happy day> 
Twine the rose and the lily together. 
THE VIOLET. 
The violet in her greenwood bower, 
Where birchen bough with hazels mingle, 
May boast itself the fairest flower 
In glen, or copse, or forest-dingle. 
Though fair her gems of azure hue 
Beneath the dew-drop’s weight reclining, 
I’ve seen an eye of lovelier blue, 
More sweet through watery lustre shining. 
The summer sun the dew shall dry, 
Ere yet the day be past its morrow; 
No longer in my false love’s eye 
Remain’d the tear of parting sorrow. 
