
POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
So Piety, upheld by faith and hope, 
Endures serene the passing storms of life, 
With eye intent on Heaven, 
And thought already there. 
HEART’S EASE. 
I usEp to love thee, simple flower, 
To love thee dearly, when a boy; 
For thou didst seem, in childhood’s hour, 
The smiling type of childhood’s joy. 
But now thou only mock’st my grief 
By waking thoughts of pleasure fled ; 
Give me—give me the withered leaf, 
That falls on Autumn’s bosom dead. 
For that ne’er tells of what has been, 
But warns me what I soon shall be; 
It looks not back on pleasure’s scene, 
But points unto futurity. 
I love thee not, thou simple flower, 
For thou art gay and I am lone: 
Thy beauty died with childhood’s hour— 
The Heart’s-ease from my path is gone 
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