THE LANGUAGE AND 



aiul affectionate remembrances, serve to feed 

 the melancholy mind ; while others more 

 numerous than the latter, awaken ideas of 

 glory and happiness, or form a secret and 

 mysterious language for the use of friends 

 and lovers. Percival, in writing of the Sen- 

 timent of Flowers, thus sings : 



In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 



And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; 



Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers 

 On its leaves a mystic language bears. 



The rose is the sign of joy and love, 



Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ; 



And the mildness that suits the gentle dove, 

 From the myrtle's snowy flower is drawn. 



Innocence shines in the lily's bell, 

 Pure as a heart in its native heaven ; 



Fame's bright star and glory's swell, 

 By the glossy leaf of the bay are given. 



The silent, soft, and humble heart, 



In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes ; 



And the tender soul that can not part, 

 A twine of evergreen fondly wreaths. 



The cypress that darkly shades the grave, 

 Is sorrow that mourns its hitter lot ; 



And faith that a thousand ills can brave, 

 Speaks in thy blue leaves, Forget-me-not. 



Then gather a wreath from thy garden bowers, 

 And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers 



