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THE FLOWER VASE. 137 
Rhus. Class 5. — Order 3. 
Flowers greenish. Berries in cone-like clusters—bright 
red. 
Splendid Misery. 
Oh, give me back my maiden haunt 
Beside the meadow brook; 
I weary for the simple scenes 
My foolish heart forsook. 
A couch beneath our cottage-roof 
Gave calm and sweet repose; 
I never wakened then to weep, 
Nor slept to dream of woes. 
Now dwell I here, a slave ’mid slaves— 
A kid within a fold; 
Alas! I do not love my chains 
Although they are of gold. 
I do not love these gaudy rooms, 
This incense-laden air; 
How sweeter far the mountain-rock3 
And wild winds breathing there. 
