TIIE LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
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L'Amant. 
I sell to tliee a Eosary, 
Proving I am only thine ; 
By its sacred mystery, 
I to thee each thought resign : 
Fairest, turn thee not away, 
Let thy love my faith repay. 
La Lame. 
I sell to thee a Parrot bright, 
With each colour of the sky, 
Thou art formed to charm the sight, 
Learned in softest minstrelsy ; 
But to love I am unknown, 
Nor can understand its tone. 
L'Amant , 
Lsell to thee a faded Wreath, 
Teaching thee, alas 1 too well, 
How I spent my latest breath, 
Seeking all my truth to tell 5 
Bjit thy coldness bade me die 
Victim of thy cruelty. 
