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THE POETRY CF FLOWERS. 
In fancifully plumed array, 
As ever cloud at set of day, 
All azure, vermil, silver-gray, 
And showering thick perfume, 
See ! how the Lilac’s clustered spray 
Has kindled into bloom, 
Radiant, as Joy, o’er troubles past, 
And whisperirfg, Spring is come at last!” 
Blest Flowers ! Tnere breathes not one unfraught 
With lessons sweet and new ; 
The Rose, in Taste’s own garden wrought; 
The Pansy, nurse of tender thought.; 
The Wall-flower, tried and true; 
The purple Heath, so lone and fair, 
10, how unlike the world’s vain glare!) 
The Daisy, so contently gay, 
Opening her eyelids with the day; 
The Gorse-bloom, never sad or sere, 
But golden-bright, 
As gems of night, 
And fresh and fragrant, all the year ; 
Each leaf, each bud, of classic lore, 
Oak, Hyacinth, and Floramore ; 
The Cowslip, graceful ir her woe; 
The Hawthorn’s smile, the Poppy’s glow, 
This ripe with balm for present sorrow, 
And that, with raptures for to-morrow. 
