THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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DECISION OF THE FLOWER. 
BY L. E, LANDON. 
Ajnd with scarlet poppies, around like a bower. 
The maiden found her mystic flower. 
“ Now, gentle flower, 1 pray thee tell 
If my lover loves me, and loves me well: 
So may the fall of the morning dew 
Keep the sun from fading' thy tender blue, 
Now I number the leaves for my lot— 
He loves not—he loves me—he loves me not- 
He loves me—yes, thou last leaf, yes— 
I’ll pluck thee not for the last sweet guess! 
He loves me !”—“ Yes,” a dear voice sigh’d 
And her lover stands by Margaret’s side. 
THE S N O W-D R 0 P . 
BY MARY ROBINSON. 
The snowdrop, Winter’s timid child, 
Awakes to life, bedew’d with tears. 
And flings around its fragrance mild; 
Aud, where no rival flowerets bloom,. 
Amidst the bare and chilling gloom, 
A beauteous gem appears. 
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