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VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



him on her knee, and spake so tenderly in his 

 ear, that he remembered her words when he 

 became a man. 



&quot; There are some, who, like the willow, 

 are weepers all their lives long, though they 

 dwell in pleasant places, and the fair skies 

 shine upon them in love. And there are 

 others, who, like the poppy that thou reprov- 

 edst, are proud at heart, and despise the hum 

 ble, whom God regardeth.&quot; 



&quot; Be thou not like them, my gentle child ; 

 but keep ever in thy breast the sweet spirit of 

 the lowly violet, that thou mayest come at last 

 to that blessed place, which pride cannot enter, 

 and where the sound of weeping is unknown.&quot; 



