LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 15 



volumes, as this authoress truly observes, " are 

 like a beautiful country, diversified with woods, 

 meadows, heaths, and flower-gardens :"* 



" Bowing adorers of the gule, 

 Ye cowslips delicately pale, 



Upraise your loaded stems; 

 Unfold your cups in splendour, apeak ! 

 Who decked you with that ruddy streak, 

 And gilt your golden gems ? 



"Violets, sweet tenants of the shade, 

 In purple's richest pride arrayed, 



Your errand here fulfil 

 Go, bid the artist's simple stain 

 Your lustre imitnte in vain, 



And match your Maker's skill. 



" Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth, 

 Embroiderers of the carpet earth, 



That stud the velvet sod, 

 Open to Spring's refreshing air, 

 In sweetest, smiling bloom, declare 



Your Maker, and my God." JOHN CLAHE. 



Verily, it was well said, that " Solomon, in all 

 his glory was not arrayed like one of these ;" 

 and well was it continued, by a lately departed 



* Flora Domestica. 



