72 DKOrS FROM FLORA’S CUP. 
FLOWERS. 
MRS. BARBABLD. 
Flowers to the fair! to you these flowers I bring, 
And strive to greet j r ou with an early spring; 
Flowers, sweet and gay, and delicate like you, 
Emblems of innocence and beauty too. 
With flowers the Graces bind their yellow hair, 
And flowery wreaths consenting lovers wear. 
Flowers, the sole luxury which Nature knew, 
In Eden’s pure and guiltless garden grew. 
ANON. 
No marvel Woman should love flowers: they bear 
So much of fanciful similitude 
To her own history; like herself repaying 
With such sweet interest all the cherishing 
That calls their beauty or their sweetness forth; 
And like her, too, dying beneath neglect. 
* Flowers are the alphabet of angels — whereby 
They write on hills and fields mysterious truths. ’ 
Flowers, too, are stars of earth, the 
Joy of every shrub that bears them. 
