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FLOWERS. 
LOWERS, as the changing seasons 
roll along, 
| Still wait on earth, and added beauties 
lend ; 
Around the smiling Spring a lovely throng 
With eager rivalry her steps attend ; 
Others with Summer’s brighter glories blend ; 
Some grace mild Autumn’s more majestic 
mien ; 
While some few lingering blooms the brow 
befriend 
Of hoary Winter, and, with grace serene, 
Enwreath the king of storms with mercy’s gentle 
sheen. 



STRAWBERRY BLOSSOMS. 
foresight. 
HAT is work of waste and ruin— 
Do as Charles and I are doing ! 
yj, Strawberry blossoms, one and all, 
- We must spare them—here are many ; 

