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TIIE LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS, 
THE DIALOGUE. 
FROM THE FRENCH OF CHRISTINE DE PISES. 
L’Amant. 
I sell to thee the Autumn Rose 
Let it say how dear thou art ; 
All my lips dare not disclose, 
Let it whisper to thy heart ; 
IIow Love draws my soul to thee, 
Without language thou may’st see. 
La Lame. 
I sell to thee the Aspen-leaf, 
’Tis to show I tremble still, 
When I muse on all the grief 
Love can cause, if false or ill : 
How too many have believed, 
Trusted long and been deceived. 
