THE POETRY OF FLOW £RS. 15^ 
And it taose children of the insensate earth 
Go down in peace to a prolific grave,— 
If Nature raises in continuous birth 
The plant whose present grace she will M>t 
save,— 
So some deep-grounded root or visible seed, 
When these heart-blossoms fade, may Btili 
remain, 
In a new season of thy being, decreed 
To rise to light and loveliness again. 
—♦— 
THE FRAGRANT AIR-FLOWER. 
BY T. K. HERVEY. 
Men say there is a gentle flower, 
That, born beneath an eastern sky, 
Without the gift of sun or shower, 
Gives out its precious sigh. 
That—with affection—sweetly dwell® 
Beneath the Indian’s stately doom. 
Or freely throws its fragrant spells 
Around his lowly home,— 
Fed only by that sacred air 
That, as a spirit, hovers there 1 
