THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. I® 
While man}' bring in, with a laugh or rhyme. 
Green branches of holly for Christmas time! 
0 the Holly, the bright green Holly, 
It telle (like a tongue) that the times are jolly* 
Sometimes—in our grave-house, 
Observe, this happeneth not; 
But, at times, the evergreen laurel boughs 
And the holly are all forgot! 
And then ! what then ? why, the men laugh low, 
A nd hang up a branch of—the Mistletoe ! 
Oh. brave is the Laurel ! and brave is the Hetty J 
But the Mistletoe banisheth melancholy ! 
Ah, nobody knows, nor ever shall know 
What is dime — under the Mistletoa l 
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