



THE POETRY OF FLOWS, 
Nor deems she, that his guardian caie | 3th 
Will He in man’s support forbear, 
Who thus provides for thine. 
THE FLOWER-GARVEN. 
BY BARRY CORNWALL. 
THERE the Rose unveils 
Her breast of beauty, and each delicate bud 
QO’ the season comes in turn to bloom and perish. 
But first of all the Violet, with an eye et 
Blue as the midnight heavens; the frail Snow-drep, 
Born of the breath of winter, and on his brow 
Fix’d like a pale and solitary star; 
The languid Hyacinth and pale Primrose, 
And Daisy trodden down like modesty ; 
The Foxglove, in whose drooping bells the bee 
Makes her sweet music; the Narcissus, (named 
Fyrom him who died for love,) the tangled Wood- 
bane, 
Lilacs, and flowering Limes, and scented Thorns, 
And some from the voluy tuous winds of June 
Catch their perfumings: 

