



&5 POETEY OF FLOWERS. 
And never again will the rose-bud appear, 
Or the ainaranth gemm’d with a crystalline tear } 
"Twas the clime of the east,’ twas the land of the 
sun, 
That taught its fair maidens the language they’ve 
won ; 
They bask in the gleam of the sun’s setting rays, 
Love’s love-exchange making in flower-writ lays. 
How lovely to live in that Fi ora-deck’d Jand, 
Where flowers form links for the heart and the 
hand ! 
TO AN EXILE. 
Tax gaudy flowers of tropic skies 
Must scarce yield beauty to a mind 
Whose inmost pulse too often sighs 
For the sweet blossoms left behind ; 
Though richest hues their charms combine 
To grace full many a glowing spot, 
They cannot with thy feelings twine, 
Like England’s mourned For reet-me-not. 
T know not each proud name they.bear, 
Those foreign, bright, and gorgeous flowers 5 
2 only know they can’t compa 
W vith the beloved ones of ours ; 

Tne 
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