122 POETRY O¥ FLOWERS. 
Thoughts came o’er him calm and holy, 
And he blesseth, praiseth God 
For the flowers of life that ever twine around his 
chastening rod. 
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THE CHRYSANTHEMUM. 
Wetcome in our leafless bower, 
Where November’s breath has come 3 
Welcome golden-anthered flower, 
Ever fair chrysanthemum ! 
Like an old friend’s pleasant face— 
Though the earth is void of grace, 
And the very birds are dumb, 
Cheerful, gay chrysanthemum ! 
Thus may I have round me when 
Age’s frost my heart shall numb, 
Friends as warm and constant then 
As thou art, chrysanthemum ! 
May I find, though youth be past, 
Hearts that loved me to the last, 
Byes that smile, though winter come, 
Bright as thou, chrysanthemum ! 


