THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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ell tk Floral apostles! that in dewy splendour, 
“ Weep without woe, and blush without a 
crime,” 
geth 0 may I deeply learn, and ne’er surrender 
Your lore sublime! 
rch n 41 Thou wert not, Solomon! in all thy glory, 
Arrayed,” the lilies cry, “in rdbes like oura; 
How vain your grandeur! ah, how transitory, 
n, Are human flowers !” 
In the sweet scented pictures, heavenly Artist! 
ler, With which thou paintest nature’s wide-spread 
d M hall, 
What a delightful lesson thou impartest 
lunder- Of love to all! 
Not useless are ye, flowers! though made for 
, pleasure, 
ed f Blooming o’er field and wave by day and night, 
From every source your sanction bids me treasure 
Harmless delight. 
Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary 
■ pread For such a world of thought could furnish scope I 
Each fading calyx a memento mori, 
k, Yet fount of hope. 
rs 
Posthumous glories ! angel-like collection ! 
Upraised from seed or bulb interred in earth, 
