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press hard to prevent wrinkling, and dry rapidly and thoroughly 

 to prevent blackening. The specimens may be secured to the 

 pages by narrow strips of gum paper or fastened on with library 

 glue. 



Quotations may be secured from a variety of sources and au- 

 thors or possibly if the student is apt at writing poetry he may 

 compose some of his own. Quotation books and poem collections 

 are good sources, also a book entitled "Language of the Flowers," 

 published by Worthington Co., New York City. Among the 

 poets that have written often of the flowers are Longfellow, Lowell, 

 Whittier, Bryant, Wordsworth, Tennyson, Elaine Goodale, and 

 numerous others. A few desirable poems are: "Flowers," Long- 

 fellow; "Hymn to the Flowers," Horace Smith; "The Use of 

 Flowers," Mary Howitt; "The Flowers of the Holy Land," Ralph 

 H. Shaw; "Forest Hymn," Bryant. 



A poem for the title page may be the following : 



"This is the little book of bloom, 

 Whose pages written in perfume 

 Hold lyrics in a language known 

 To bees and butterflies alone." 



The following brief list is merely suggestive: 



"To comfort man, — to whisper hope 

 Whene'er his faith is dim, 

 For whoso careth for the flowers 

 Will much more care for him." 



1 — Mary Howitt. 

 "A poem every flower is, 

 And every leaf a line, 

 And with delicious memories 

 They fill this heart of mine." 



— Lowell. 



"What a desolate place would be a world without flowers? It would be 

 a face without a smile ; a feast without a welcome. Are not flowers the stars 

 of earth? Are not our stars the flowers of heaven?" — Mrs. Balfour. 



"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow, they toil not neither do 

 they spin, and yet I say that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one 

 of these." Luke 12:27. 



"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 

 And waste its sweetness on the desert air." — Gray. 



"To me even the meanest flower that blows has thoughts that do often lie 

 too deep for words." — Wordsworth. 



"A faint, delicious springtime violet! 

 Thine odor, like a key, 

 Turns noiselessly in memory's ward to let 

 A thought of sorrow free." — W. W. Story. 



