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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
And shuns the falser gloss of art 3 
"Tis he extracts a bliss cPonned: 
Congenial to the virtuous mind, 
he tender feeling heart 
Thy smiles young innocence invite, 
W hat tinie thy lids awake, 
In shadowy lane to taste delight, 
Or mazy tangled brake. 
The infant troop of rosy hue, 
And gay with health I seem to view, 
While pleasure lights their laughing eyes} 
With little hands a wre ath combine, 
Their fugitive delights entwine, 
And boast their fap prize. 
! unknown to pain 
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Ah! happy breast 
I would not spoil your joys; 
Nor vainly teach you to complain 
Of life’s delusive toys. 
Be jocund still, stil! sport and smile, 
Nor dream of woe or futur e cuile ; 
For soon shall ye awaken °d find 
The joys of life’s sad fone way, 
But fadin ig flowerets of a day 
Cut dewn by every wind. 



