THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. w0 
> And Kate, the licht butterfly Kate, ever gay, 
om that comes in her 

Will choose the first blos 
way: 
The cistus will please her a moment, and then 
Away will she flutter, and settle again. 
But Julia for me, with her heart in her a 
The child of the summer, too warm to be wise: 
Is the passion-flower near her, with tendrils close 
curled, 
She can smile whilst she suffers; ’tis hers for the 
worl 
g 
All are lovely, all blossom of heart and of mind 
‘ | All true to their natures, as aes design’d ; 
| To cheer and to solace, to strengthen, caress, 
|| And with love that can die not to buoy and to 
bless. 
oh 
With gentleness might, and with weakness, wha’ 
grace ! 
Revelati tions from Heaven in form and on face; 
Like the bow in the cfoud, like the flower on the 

| sod, 
{| They ascend and descend in my dreams as from 
as 
nF OU. 


