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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
I softly seized tli’ unguarded Power, 
Nor scar’d Ms balmy rest; 
And plac’d him, caged within the flower. 
On spotless Sara’s breast. 
But -when unweeting of the guile 
Awoke the pris’ncr sweet, 
lie struggled to escape awhile, 
And stamp’d his fairy feet. 
Ab ! soon the soul entrancing-sight 
Subdued th’ impatient boy! 
He gaz’d ! he thrill’d with deep delight! 
Then clapp’d his wings for joy. 
And oh! he cried—“ Of magic kind 
What charm this Throne endear! 
Some other Love let Venus find, 
I’ll fix my empire here.” 
Coleridge. 
THE SNOWDROP. 
Thou living pearl, that to the snow 
Droop’st sweetly thy untainted bell, 
Doth not thy lovely aspect show, 
Doth not thy speckless blossoms tell 
Far more than mortal hand can trace 
Of virgin chastity and grace ? 
