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FLAX. 
with more remuneration than in ancient days; but how few 
have been honoured so highly as their merits demand, 
until the last debt of nature has been paid, and then the 
marble bust, wreathed with bay, is raised to immortalize 
his fame, when his ears are become deaf to praise. He 
seldom receives his honours due while he enjoys the beau- 
ties of this terrestrial globe. 
The bard his glory ne’er receives, 
Where summer’s comrnoa flowers are seen, 
But winter finds it, when she leaves 
The laurel only green ; 
And Time, from that eternal tree, 
Shall weave a wreath to honour thee. 
CLARE. 
THE FLAX.FLOWER. 
The utility of this plant and its connection with every 
kind of adornment in apparel, from the earliest ages of 
the world, richly entitle it to a place in the “Poetry o! 
Flowers.” Mary Howitt thus celebrates its praises,— 
Oh, the little flax-flower, 
It groweth on the hill, 
And, be the breeze awake or sleep, 
It never standeth still. 
