The Poetry of Flowers. 

Thy blossom meets the traveller's eye, 
Gay as the buds of summer bowers, 
Flower of the dark and wintry day ! 
Emblem of friendship! thee I hail! 
Blooming when others fade away, 
And brightest when their hues grow pale. 


TO DAFFODILS. 
BY ROBERT HERRICK. 
FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see 
You haste away so soon ; 
As yet, the early-rising sun 
Has not attained its noon. 
Stay, stay, 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even song; 
And having prayed together, we 
Will go with you along. 
We have short time to stay as you, 
We have as short a spring ; 
As quick a growth to meet decay, 
As you or any thing. 
We die, 
> As your hours do, and dry 
| Away, 
Like to the summer's rain, 
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 



































