POETRY
... THE SNOWDROP. (From Miller's Poetical Language of Flowers.) As Hope, with bowed head, silent stood, And on her golden anchor leant, Watching below the angry flood, While Winter, 'mid the dreariment Ualf-baried in the drifted snow, Lay sleeping on the frozen ground, Not heeding howv the wind did blow, Bitter and bleak on all around; She gazed on Spring, who at her feet Was looking on the ...