[-1* THE POETRY OF FLOWERS, 
Sweet flower, be thou a type to me 
Of blameless joy and mirth, 
Of widely-scatter’d sympathy, 
Embracing all God’s earth— 
Of early-blooming piety, 
And unpretending worth. 
1 SEND THE LILIES GIVEN Tf MS 
BY BYRON. 
I send the lilies given to me, 
Though, long before thy hand they touch, 
I know that they must wither J be ; 
But yet reject them not as such : 
For I have cherish’d them as dear, 
Because they yet may meet thine eye, 
And guide thy soui to mine even here, 
When thou behold’st them drooping nig^ 
And know’st them gather’d by the Rhine 
And offer’d from my heart to thine! 
The river nobly foams and flows, 
The charm of this enchanted ground,, 
A nd all its thousand turns disclose 
Some fresher beauty varying round; 
