FLOWERS BY THE POETS. 
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A KISS. 
Only the roses will hear ; 
Dear, 
Only the roses will see ! 
This once—just this ! 
Ah, the roses, I wis, 
They envy me ! 
Here is a half blown spray ; 
Say, 
This shall love’s anadem be ! 
A rose-strung wreath 
For thy brow, and beneath 
A rose for me ! 
HAWTHORN. 
And Hawthorn’s early blooms appear 
Like youthful Hope upon life’s year. 
Drayton. 
HOLLY. 
Gentle at home, amid my friends I’d be, 
Like the high leaves upon the Holly tree. 
Southey. 
