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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 17 
Shall turn to the source of Truth’s far-beaming 
rays; 
OQ now blest, how triumphant, shail be our 
emotion, 
When the bright ‘ Sun of Righteousness’ bursts 
on our gaze. 
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THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET. 
BY JOHN STERLING. 
Low spake the Knight to the peasant girl, 
‘*T tell thee sooth—I am belted Earl ; 
Fly with me from this garden small, 
And thou shall sit in my castle’s hall. 
“Thou shalt have pomp, and wealth, and 
pleasure, 
Joys beyond thy fancy’s measure ; 
Here with my sword and horse I stand, 
To bear thee away to my distant land. 
‘Take, thou fairest! this full-blown rose, 
A token of Love that as ripely blows.”’ 
With his glove of steel he plucked the token, 
But it fell from his gauntlet erushed and broken. 






















