| 1«0 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
It wants but Love’s first trembling tear 
To make it overflow. 
Sweet girl! believe me, Love would bring 
Only a roseleaf there, 
Whose floating bloom would bless the tide, 
And calm the waves of care! 
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I WILL THINK OF IT. 
WHITE DAISY. 
In the bygone days of chivalry, when a lady wished to inti¬ 
mate to her lover tnat she was undecided whether she would 
accept his offer or not, she decorated her head with a frontlet 
of white daisies, which was understood to say: “ I will think 
of it.” 
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“ I dare not yet your prayers requite!” 
Exclaimed a fearful beauty; 
“In Reason’s golden scales, sir knight, 
I ’ll weigh my love and duty.” 
Love drooped his wings in grief and shame; 
The scales began to waver; — 
But then — a sigh , so heavy , came — 
It turned them in his flivour. 
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