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THE POETRY CF FLOWERS. 
In fancifully plumed array, 
As ever cloud at set of day, 
All azure, vermil, silver-gray 
And showering thick perfume, 
See ! how the Lilac’s clustered spray 
Has kindled into bloom, 
Radiant, as Joy, o’er troubles past, 
And whispering, Spring is come at last!” 
Blest Flowers! Tnere breathes not one unfraught 
With lessons sweet and new ; 
The Rose, in Taste’s own garden wrought; 
The Pansy, nurse of tender thought; 
The Wall-flower, tried and true; 
The purple Heath, so lone and fair, 
fO, how unlike the world’s vain glare!) 
The Daisy, so contently gay, 
Opening her eyelids with the day; 
The Gorse-bloom, never sad or sere, 
But golden-bright, 
As gems of night, 
And fresh and fragrant, all the year ; 
Each leaf, each bud, of classic lore, 
Oak, Hyacinth, and Floramore ; 
The Cowslip, graceful ir. her woe; 
The Hawthorn’s smile, the Poppy’s glow, 
This ripe with balm for present sorrow, 
And that, with raptures for to-morrow. 
