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POETHY OF FLOWERS. 32) 
And when lost in blissful trances, 
"Neath the honeymoon they rove, 
While soft looks and tender glances 
Tell of confidence and love, 
lowers seem blessings scattered round them by 
angelic hands above. 
Flowers all beauty and all sweetness ! 
Out, alas ! that they must fade; 
Harthly joys have no completeness ; 
There’s no sunshine without shade 3 
Like a blighted rose the loved one stricken is, and 
lowly laid! 
When the funeral bell is tolling, 
And the landscape looketh drear, 
And adown the check is rolling 
Sorrow’s agonizing tear, 
Faded blossoms, hope’s frail emblems, deck the 
coffin and the bier. 
And when time hath gently chidden 
Grief to something like repose, 
By the voice of memory bidden, 
To the tomb the mourner goes, 
Pleased he sees it wreath’d and covered with the 
violet and rose. 
And amid his weeping, lowly 
Bending to the verdant scd, 

