









245 POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
When sober hues of eve we see, 
And midnight with her star, 
Misfortune’s gem—Fidelity, 
Will brighter be by far. 
Oh! then thou shalt upon my heart 
Becalm the rising sigh ; 
The sentiment shall heal the smart, 
Nor shall it pass thee by. 
FLORA’S FASHIONS. 
Wuen first Madame Flora in public appears, 
How modest and neat in her dress! 
On her bosom the snowdrop or crocus she wears, 
Which simplicity seems to express. 
But, like other ladies of changeable taste, 
She soon seems ambitious to shine— 
The crocus and snowdrop are quickly displaced, 
For flowers more gaudy and fine, 
Andthen she puts on her rich “mantle of green,” 
Bespangled with purple and gold; 
How gay is her air—how enchanting her mien— 
How gorgeous and fair to behold! 
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