DEOPS FEOM FLOEA’S CUP. 37 
The gentian’s an emblem of virgin pride, 
‘ And the aster, of beauty retired; ’ 
The blue-bells, that bloom sweetly In valleys un¬ 
seen, 
For constancy’s often admired. 
The ‘ forget-me-not pleads with eloquent looks,’ 
Her love is ever constant and true, 
And I love to roam o’er the sweet sunny banks, 
Where the violets of modesty grew. 
The holly comes forth with its tokens of bliss, 
And the iris, a message for you; 
Tiie lupines in sorrow and sadness pass on, 
But the lilac presents something new. 
The ivy speaks loud of connubial love; 
The marygold plants jealousy there; 
The moss and the woodbine unitedly show 
Their parental love and tender care. 
The ash in its grandeur stands forth to our view, 
While the birches in gracefulness bend; 
The bind-weed its words of humility speak, 
And the bay-leaf’s unchanged to the end. 
