My Rose, so red and round, My Daisy, darling of the summer weather, You must go down now, and keep house together, m. Low underground! The berries of the brier rose n. ALICE CARY-Faded Leaves. The buttercups and primroses That blossomed in our way. 0. ALICE CARY-To Lucy. I know not which I love the most, Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in her purple dress, Or the faint fair heliotrope, who hangs, p. PHOEBE CARY-Spring Flowers. The anemone in snowy hood, And to the smiling skies above I say, Bend brightly o'er my love. MARY CLEMMER- Good-By, Sweetheart. Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost! 8. t. Yet, no-not words for they But half can tell love's feeling; Sweet flowers alone can say What passion fears revealing. A once bright rose's wither'd leaf, A tow'ring lily broken, Oh these may paint a grief No words could e'er have spoken. Beautiful watchers! day and night ye wake! Within the arms of night its rest doth take; q. ROBERT NICOLLS-Wild Flowers. He bore a simple wild-flower wreath: In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and |