
122 £H1E POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Moss, that covers dateless tomts 3 
Bud with early sweet that. blooms; 
Childhood a 3, In happy rest, 



Lies on ancient Wisdom’s breast. 
Moss and Rose, and Age and Youth, 
Flush and Verdure, Hope and Truth, 
Yours be peace that knews not strife, 
One the root and one the life. 
—p— 
| THE HYACINTH. 
BY CASIMIR. 
Cup of the Spring, thou charming flower, 
No longer in confinement lie, 
Arise to light, thy form discover, 
Rival the azure of the sky. 
The rains are gone, the storms are o’er 
Winter retires to make thee way; 
Come then, thou sweetly blooming flower, 
Come, lovely stranger, come aw vay. 
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The sun is dress’d in beaming smiles, 
To give thy beauties to the cae 
Young zephyrs wait with 
To fan thy bosom as ce 


