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 gale, 

 Ye cowslips delicately pale, 



Upraise your loaded stems ; 

 Unfold your cups in splendour, speak / 

 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, lid the artist's simple stain 

 Your lustre imitate 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 CLARK, 



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 Domestioa. 



