















12 THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 








Sweet flower, be thou a type to me 
OF blameless joy and mirth, \ é 
Of widely-scatter’d sympathy, me 
Embracing all Gon’s earth— a 
Of early-blooming piety, i : 
And unpretending worth. ils 
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I SEND THE LILIES GIVEN TC ME, ‘a 
BY BYRON. tune 
Ye nin 
I senp the lilies given to me; if 
Though, long before thy hand they touch, Mid in 
I know that they must wither’d be ; Tatoo 
But yet reject them not as such: a of i 
For I have cherish’d them as dear, Prom 
Because they yet may meet thine eye, ‘hon’ 
And guide thy soul to mine even here, By dew 
When thou behold’st them drooping nig’. leita, 
And know’st them gather’d by the Rhine, Shy et 
And offer’d from my heart to thine! Mme 
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The river nobly foams and flows, bn 
iM The charm of this enchanted ground, Mth a 
WA And all its thousand turns disclose Tones. 
Some fresher beauty varying round; 
