POETRY OF FLOWERS. 3il 
From the rejoicing earth sprang up 
Hach radiant bursting bud ; 
And God looked down, at eventide, 
And saw that they were good. 
{ And now and then ten thousana flowers 
From the gracious earth outburst ; 
And every flower that springeth up 
Is goodly as at first. 
The red rose is the red rose still ; 
And from the lily’s cup | 
An odour, fragrant as the first, 
Like frankincense goes up. 
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O flowers, fair shining flowers, 
Like crowned kings ye aré ; 
Each, in the nature of its kind, 
| Unchanging as a star. 
Empires have fallen to decay, 
Forgotten e’en in name,— 
And man’s sublimest words decay ; 
But ye are still the same! 
Ye flowers,—ye little flowers! 
Were witnesses of things 
More glorious and more wondrous far 
Than the fall and rise of kings 


