FLORAL POKSY. 
Alas for the Lily ! she would not heed, 
But turned to the skies afar, 
And bared her breast to the trembling ray 
That shot from the rising Star ; 
The cloud came over the darkened sky, 
And over the waters wide : 
She looked in vain through the beating rain, 
And sank in the stormy tide. 

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THE WATER-LILY. 

J. H. REYNOLDS. 
O MELON-SCENTED lily! 
O water-queen of flowers ! 
When shall I see the silver waves 
Dancing around thee, like sweet slaves 
To Beauty in its bowers ; 
When shall I take an earthly part 
In honoring thy golden heart ? 
TEER 
O pretty rose autumnal ! 
O fairy queen of trees ! 
When may I have thy gentle buds 
Adornéd with their emerald studs, 
In their green palaces ; 
When see thy vernal velvet fall 
Under thy ruby coronal ? 
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The sound of forest music 
The water-song of streams, 
Are become dim and strange to me 
As musings of old witchery ; 
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