





THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
The earliest snow-drop there shall spring, 
And lark delight to fold his wing ; 
And roses pale, and lilies fair, 
With perfume load the summer air! 
Adieu, my babe! if life were long, 
This would be even a heavier song ; 
But years, like phantoms, quickly pass, 
They look to us from memory’s glass. 
Soon on death s couch shall I recline ; 
Soon shall my head be laid with thine; 
And sunder’d spirits meet above, 
To live for evermore in love. 
———_- 
THE ROSE. 
TRANSLATED FhKOM CAMOENS 
Just like love is yonder rose :— 
Heavenly fragrance round it throws, 
Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, 
And in the midst of briers it blows; 
Just like Love, 
Cull’d to bloom upon the breast, 
Since rough thorns the stem invest, 
They must be gatlier‘d with the rest, 
And with it to the heart be prest ; 
Just like Love. 





























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