TIIE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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wlute lily, of the Visitation of our Lady ; and the 
' “'gin’s bower, of her Assumption ; and Michael- 
ma -s, Martimas, Holyrood, and Christmas, have 
^ their appropriate monitors. I learn the time 
°f the day from the shutting of the blossoms of 
the Star of Jerusalem and the Dandelion, and the 
hour of the night by the stars. 
A Fiiaxciscan. 
Ah 1 simple-hearted piety, 
In former days such flowers could see 
The peasant, wending to his toil, 
Beheld him deck the leafy soil ; 
They sprang around his cottage door ; 
He saw them on the heathy moor ; 
IVithin the forest’s twilight glade, 
IVhere the wild deer its covert made ; 
In the green vale remote and still, 
And gleaming on the ancient hill. 
The days are distant now — gone by 
Hhth the old times of minstrelsy ; 
IVhen all unblest with written lore, 
I^ere treasured up traditions hoar ; 
And each still lake and mountain lone, 
Had a stem legend of its own ; 
And hall, and cot, and valley-stream, 
ere hallowed by the minstrel’s dream. 
