
THE POETRY WF FLOWERS. 16 
















While many bring in, with a laugh or rnyme, 
(sreen branches of holly for Christmas time ! 
O the Holly, the bright green Holly, 
Zt tells (like a tongue) that the times are jolly. 
Sometimes—in our grave-house, 
Observe, this happeneth not ; 
But, at times, the evergreen laurel boughs 
And the holly are all forgot ! 
And then! what then? why, the men laugh low, 
And hang up a branch of—the Mistletoe! 
Oh, brave is the Laurel ! and brave is the Helly ! 
But the Mistletoe banisheth melancholy ! 
Ah, nobody knows, nor ever shall know 
What is done—under the Mistletoe t 

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