















THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
They were gather’d 
And now, now th 
And young Jove at 
Of broken faith is 
Their summer life was nless, 
And not like her’s who wore then 
They are faded, and the farewell 
Of beauty lingers o’er them! 

THE FURZE. 
*Mip scatter’d foliage, pale and sere, 
Thy kind floweret cheers the gloom; 
And offers to the waning year 
The tribute of its golden bloom. 
Beneath November’s clouded sky, 
In chill December’s stormy hours, 
Thy blossom meets the travel er’s eye, 
Gay as the buds of summei bowers. 
Flower of the dark and wintry day! 
Emblem of friendship! thee I hail! 
Blooming when others fade away, 
And brightest when their hues grow pale. 





