Of Truth, that will not 
The Wreath is wove; do Thou, blest Power, 
That brood’st o’er leaflet, fruit, and flower, 
Embalm it with thy love ; 
O make it such as angels wear, 
Pure, bright, as deck’d earth’s first-born 
Whilst, free in Eden’s grove, 
from herb and plant they brushed the 4 
41x ueither sin nor sorrow knew. 
i 
THE USE OF FLOWERS. 
BY MARY HOWITT. 
Gop might have bade the earth bring fortk 
nade enough, enough, 
every want of ours; 
For luxury, medicine, and toil, 
1nd yet have made no flowers 
The ore within the mountain-mine 
Requireth none to grow, 
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