
The Poetry of Flowers. 





























Through his pale veins green sap now gently flows, 
And in a short-lived flower his beauty blows. 
Let vain Narcissus warn each female breast, 
That beauty’s but a transient good at best ; 
Like flowers it withers with the advancing year, 
And age, like winter, robs the blooming fair. 
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A SONG OF THE ROSE. 
tl BY MRS, HEMANS. ae 
| RosE! what dost thou here? 
) Bridal, royal Rose ! 
il How, 'midst grief and fear, 
Canst thou thus disclose 
That fervid hue of love which to thy heart-leaf glows? 
Rose! too much arrayed 
FW For triumphal hours, 
Look'st thou through the shade 
i Of these mortal bowers, 
Not to disturb my soul, thou crowned one of all Have 
: flowers ! 
} As an eagle soaring 
Hi Through a sunny sky, 
lil As a clarion pouring 
Hit Notes of victory, 
| So dost thou poe thoughts, for earthly life too | Ort 
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i Thoughts of rapture flushing 
Nh Youthful poet’s cheek, 
Thoughts of glory rushing 
Forth in song to break, | 
But finding the spring-tide of rapid song too weak, Ins 

