NIGHT-SCENTED FLOWERS. CALL back your odours, lovely flowers, The lark lies couched in her grassy nest, And all bright things are away to rest, "Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom, "Call it not wasted, the scent we lend "And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers, Of hopes unto sorrows given, That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours Looking alone to heaven." FROM MRS. HEMANS' NATIONAL LYRICS. ON PLANTING A TULIP-ROOT. HERE lies a bulb, the child of earth, 'Tis said that microscopic power Might, through his swaddling folds, descry The infant image of the flower, Too exquisite to meet the eye. This, vernal suns and rains will swell, Two shapely leaves will first unfold; Not one of Flora's brilliant race, A form more perfect can display; Art could not feign more simple grace, Nor Nature take a line away. Yet, rich as morn, of many a hue, When flushing clouds through darkness strike, The Tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike. Kings, on their bridal, might unrobe, And queens their sceptre, crown, and globe, Here could I stand and moralise; MONTGOMERY. THE WREATH*. WEAVE a wreath of varied hues, Here are garlands twining, For the gay, the brightest choose, "LONDON PRIDE," for West-end beaux “HEART'S-EASE" too, in plenty grows, To meet Dame Fortune's changes. * See the Presentation Plate. FLORA AND THALIA. With the Heiress, "MARY-GOLD," "LOVE LIES BLEEDING " for the flirt In this wreath, for city men Deep "BLUE BELLS" for belles who read, "LAUREL" crowns the victor's meed, And "VIOL-ETS" the fiddler's. "PASSION-FLOWERS" for lovers' vows, S. J. 187 ON THE LILY. BOLD Oxlip, and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The Flower-de-luce being one. Of these I lack wwwwww WINTER'S TALE. SHIPWRECKED upon a kingdom where no pity, wwwwww. KING HENRY VIII. Observe the rising lily's snowy grace, They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow, Yet see how warm they blush! how bright they glow. What regal vestments can with them compare ; What king so shining, or what queen so fair! |