114 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
ROSE 
Who that ever could sing has not sung the Rose ! 
The poets have not exaggerated its heauty, or com- 
pleted its panegyric. They have called it daughter 
of heaven, ornament of the earth, glory of spring : 
but what expressions could ever do justice to the 
charms of this beautiful flower ! Look at it grace- 
fully rising from its elegant foliage, surrounded by 
its numerous buds : you would say that this queen 
of flowers sports with the air which fans her, that 
she decorates herself with the dew-drops which im- 
pearl her, that she smilingly meets the sunny rays 
which expand her bosom. Nature seems to have 
exhausted all her skill in the freshness, the beauty 
of form, the fragrance, the delicate colour, and the 
gracefulness which she has bestowed upon the Rose. 
