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the FOETRY OF FLOWERS. 
ON PLANTING A TULIP-ROOT. 
BY MONTGOMERY. 
Here lies a bulb the child of earth, 
Buried alive beneath the clod, 
Ere long to spring, by second birth, 
A new and nobler work of God.' 
1 is said that microscopic power 
t t hr0Ugh hi ? swaddling folds descry 
1 he infant image of the flower, Y 
Too exquisite to meet the eye 
This vernal suns and rain will swell 
Till from its dark abode it peep ’ 
Like Venus rising from her shell,’ 
Amidst the spring-tide of the deep 
1 wo shapely leaves will first unfold : 
1 hen, on a smooth, elastic stem, 
I he verdant bud shall turn to gold, 
And open in a diadem. 
Not one of Flora’s brilliant race 
A form more perfect can display ! 
Art could not feign more simple grace. 
Nor Nature take a line away. 
