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ON RECEIVING BoQUET. How beauteous these flowers appear, In winters drear and gloom; When most ot Flora's blooming tribe Are resting in the tomb: How happily doth their presence tell Ofby-gone summer hours, When wand'ring Ger the pleasant vale, Gathering choicest flowers. These plants with tints of beauty rare, Thy kindly care have seen; Mid winters freezing cold and snow, And autumn's chilling winds, They were thy favor'd idols: Companions when alone; And oft have cheerd thy lonely hours. In days of grief and gloom. My grateful thanks give to thee, For this memenlo dear; And would its beauties might survive' The coming happy year. But beauty rare too soon will fade, And lovsliness decay Yet mem'ry of this precious gift, Will live in thoughts of thee. Norfolk, Dec. 26. HUDSON.