THE POETRY Of FLOWERS. 
Come ! from her stores we'Jl cull the besi 
Thy bosom to adorn; 
Each leaf in livelier verdure drest, 
iniaj Each blossom balmier than the rest, 
Each rose without a thorn; 
ling, Fleet tints, that vv'ith the rainbow died, 
Brief flowers, that withered in their pride. 
Shall, blushing into light, awake • 
And kindlier bloom, for thy dear s?ke. 
And first—though oft, alas ! condemned. 
Like merit, to the shade— 
The Primrose meek, with dews begew»*4. 
Shall sparkle in the braid: 
And there, as sisters, side by side, 
(Genius with modesty allied,) 
The Pink’s bright red, the Violet’s blue. 
In blended rays, shall greet our view, 
Each lovelier for the other’s hue. 
How soft yon Jasmine’s sunlit glow, 
How chaste yon Lily’s robe of snow, 
With Myrtle green inwove, 
Types, dearest, of thyself and me— 
Of thy mild grace and purity, 
And my unchanging love, 
Of grace and purity, like thine, 
And love, undying love, like mine. 
