


POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
In April’s bower thy sweets are breathed, 
And June beholds thy blossoms fair ; 
By |i In Autumn’s chaplets thou art wreathed, 
1 | ae a And round December’s forehead bare. 

















| Hi . With thee the graceful lily vied, 
i) Hi As summer breezes waved her head ; 
mae And now the snowdrop at thy side 
i ‘| Meekly contrasts thy cheerful red. 
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"Tis thine to hear each varying voice, 
That marks the seasons sad or gay; 
The summer thrush bids thee rejoice, 
And wintry robin’s dearer lay. 
Sweet flower! how happy dost thou seem, 
’Mid parching heat, ’mid nipping frost ; 
While gathering beauty from each beam, . 
No hue, no grace of thine is lost ! 

Thus Hope, ’mid life’s severest days, 
Still smiles, still triumphs o’er despair; 
Alike she lives in Pleasure’s rays, 
ba | - And cold Affection’s wintry air. 
Charmer, alike in lordly bower, 
And in the hermit’s cells she glows; 
The Poet’s and the Lover’s flower, 
The bosom’s Everlasting Rose ! 

