FLOWERS BY THE POETS. 
WHITE AZALEAS. 
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Azaleas— whitest of white ! 
White as the drifted snow 
Fresh-fallen out of the night. 
Before the coming glow 
Tinges the morning light, 
When the light is like the snow, 
White, 
And the silence is like the light;— 
Light, and silence, and snow,— 
All-white J 
White ! not a hint 
Of the creamy tint 
That a rose will hold 
(The whitest rose) in its inmost fold, 
Nor a possible blush ; 
White as an embodied hush ; 
A very rapture of white, 
A wedlock of silence and light. 
White, white, as the wonder undefiled 
Of Eve just wakened in Paradise: 
Pure as the angel of a child 
That looks into God’s own eyes. 
Harriet M’Ewen Kimball. 
