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The Poetry of Flowers. 
Nor vainly teach you to complain 
Of life s delusive toys. 
Be iocund still, still sport and smile, 
Nor dream of woe or future guile ; 
For soon shall ye, awakened, find 
The joys of life’s sad thorny way 
But fading flow’rets of a day, 
Cut down by every wind. 
FADED FLOWERS. 
BY MISS JEWSBURY. 
Faded flowers, 
Sweet faded flowers, 
Beauty and death 
Have ruled your hours. 
Ye woke in bloom but a morn ago, 
And now are your blossoms in dust laid low. 
But yesterday, 
With the breeze ye strove— 
In the play of life, 
In the pride of love ; 
To and fro swung each radiant head, 
That now is drooping, and pale, and dead 1 
Delicate flower, 
With the pearl-white bells, 
No more shall dew-drop 
Sleep in thy cells ! 
No more, rich Rose, on thy heaving breast, 
The honey-bee fold his wings to rest! 
