
POETRY OF FLOWERS. 251 
POETICAL PORTRAIT. 
FLoweErs of the fairest, 
And gems of the rarest, 
I find and I gather in country or town! 
But one still is wanting, 
Oh! where is it haunting ? 
The bud and the jewel must make up my crown. 
The rose with its bright heads, 
The diamond that light sheds, 
Rich as the sunbeam and pure as the snow 3 
One gives me its fragrance, 
The other its radiance, 
But the pearl and the lily, where dwell they 
below P— 
’Tis years since I knew thee, 
But yet should I view thee 
With the eye and theheart of my earliest youth 5 
And feel my meck beauty 
Add impulse to duty, 
The. love of the fancy to old ties of truth, 
The pearl of the deep sea 
That flows in my heart free, 
Thou rock-planted lily, come hither or send 5 
*Mid flowers of the fairest, 
And gems of the rarest, 
T miss thee, I seek thee, my own parted friend, 



