I loved thee for thy high-born grace,
Thy deep and lustrous eye-
For the sweet meaning of thy brow,
And for thy bearing high.
I loved thee for thy stainless truth,
Thy thirst for higher things,
For all that to our common lot
A better temper brings.
And are they not all thine-still thine?
Is not thy heart as true?
Holds not thy step its noble grace?
Thy cheek its dainty hue?
And have I not an ear to hear?
And a cloudless eye to see—
And a thirst for beautiful human thought,
That first was stirred by thee?
The world may scorn me, if they choose-I care
But little for their scoffings. I may sink
For moments; but I rise again, nor shrink
From doing what the faithful heart inspires.
I will not flatter, fawn, nor crouch, nor wink,
At what high-mounted wealth or power desires:
I have a loftier aim, to which my soul aspires.
PINK, WHITE OR VARIEGATED. Class 10. Order
Dianthus albus, or varietagus.
2. There are very beautiful varieties of the Dianthus. The root of this genus being perennial, it is easily cultivated, and is very ornamental.
YOU ARE FAIR AND FASCINATING.
Deep in the grove beneath the secret shade,
A various wreath of odorous flowers she made,
Gay motleyed Pinks and sweet Jonquils she chose,
All sweet to sense-
The finished chaplet well adorned her hair.
Oh fairest of the rural maids,
Thy birth was in the forest shades;
Green boughs and glimpses of the sky
Were all that met thy infant eye.
Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child,
Were ever in the sylvan wild,
And all the beauty of the place
Is in thy heart, and on thy face.
The twilight of the trees and rocks
Is in the light shade of thy locks:
Thy step is as the wind, that weaves
Its playful way among the leaves.
Thy eyes are springs, in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen;
Their lashes are the herbs, that look
On their young figures in the brook.
The forest depths, by foot unpressed,
Are not more sinless than thy breast;
The holy peace that fills the air
Of those calm solitudes, is there.
POLYANTHUS.
Primula, auricula.
Order 5. Class 1. There are few of this genus in America, but it is mostly found in the alpine regions of Europe. The P. auricula is a native of the Alps, originally yellow, but when cultivated, it assumes the most diversified colors. Perennial.
PRIDE OF NEWLY ACQUIRED FORTUNE.
See Polyanthus, in full clustered pride,
In splendid robes of rich unnumbered dyes,
With scorn from old acquaintance turn aside.
Maiden, go! and should you rue
All your coldness here hath done,
Know that Nature, ever true,
Will not now desert her son:
If you she gave the cold desire
To flaunt in Fortune's glittering train,
For me she framed a heart and lyre,
Which will not let me live in vain.
The simple chords of that rude lyre,
The plain warm homage of that heart,
Alike were yours;-and shall the fire
That warmed in joy, in grief depart?
Maiden, go! I will not call
A blush again to shame that brow;
But may you in the festal hall
Be tranquil as you leave me now:
Still my lot in life must be
In some dim secluded spot,
Undisturbed by thought of thee,
Dreams of love and all forgot;
Yet ne'er the Tajo's sands of gold,
Nor all the treasures of the deep
Can pay you for the peace you've sold,
Pleasant dreams and quiet sleep.
New England Magazine.
Order 1. An European
genus of 12 species-there are also two in the Levant, and one in Barbary, and one in Labrador.
But pleasures are like Poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
Time! Time!-in thy triumphal flight,
How all life's phantoms flee away!
The smile of Hope-and young delight,
Fame's meteor beam-and Fancy's ray;
They fade-and on thy heaving tide,
Rolling its stormy waves afar,
Are borne the wrecks of human pride—
The broken wrecks of Fortune's war.
Where hath the morning splendor flown,
Which danced upon the crystal stream?
Where are the joys to childhood known,
When life is an enchanted dream?
Enveloped in the starless night,
Which destiny hath overspread;
Enrolled upon that trackless flight
Where the dark wing of Time hath sped.
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