POETRY OF FLOWERS. 59 
By your,tears shed, 
Would have this lecture read -— 
“That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought 
forth.” 
SWEET LAVENDER. 
Sweet lavender ! I love thy flower 
Of meek and modest blue, 
Which meets the morn and evening hour, 
The storm, the sunshine, and the shower, 
And changeth not its hue. 
In cottage-maid’s parterre thou’rt seen, 
In simple touching grace; 
And in the garden of the queen, 
’Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen, 
Thou also hast a place. 
The rose, with bright, and peerless bloom, 
Attracted many eyes 5 
But while her gloriesand perfume 
Expire before brief summer’s doom, 
Thy fragrance never dics. 
Thou art not like the fickle train, 
Our adverse fates estrange ; 


