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POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
While in her peace-inspiring vSice 
She hade the violet rejoice. 
“ Cease, pensive flower, to shroud in gloom 
Thy little share of scent and bloom, 
With roses though thou canst not vie 
To even fond admiration’s eye. 
And though thou may’st not hope to share 
The honours of the gay parterre, 
Where am’rous Phoebus loves to woo 
Each floweret of brilliant hue, 
Yet not in vain thy bloom shall he, 
While friendship lives to cherish thee !” 
Mary Burrows. 
the END. 
