THE POETRY OF FLOsVERS. 23* 
Our little gardens, side by side, 
Each border’d round with London prid* 
Some six feet long, and three feet wide, 
To us a large estate ! 
The apple and the damson trees, 
The cottage shelter for our bees ; 
I see them—and beyond all these, 
A something dearer still; 
I see an eye serenely blue, 
A cheek of girlhood’s freshest hue, 
A buoyant heart, a spirit true, 
Alike in wood and ill. 
Sweet sister, thou wert all to me. 
And I sufficient friend for thee : 
Where was a happier twain than w® 
Who had no mate beside ? 
Like wayside flowers in merry May, 
Our pleasures round about us lay ; 
A joyful morning had our day, 
Whale’ 3* jui ere betid®! 
