l32 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
They were gather’d for a bridal ! 
And now, now they are dying, 
And young Love at the altar 
Of broken faith is sighing. 
Their summer life was stainless, 
And not like her’s who wore them 
They are faded, and the farewell 
Of beauty lingers o’er them ! 
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THE FURZE. 
’Mid scatter’d foliage, pale and sere, 
Thy kind floweret cheers the gloom; 
And offers to the waning year 
The tribute of its golden bloom. 
Beneath November’s clouded sky, 
In chill December’s stormy hours, 
Thy blossom meets the traveler’s eye, 
Gay as the buds of summei bowers. 
Flower of the dark and wintry day ! 
Emblem of friendship ! thee I hail! 
Blooming when others fade away, 
And brightest when their hues grow pal*. 
