THE LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 39 
By them the lover tells his tale, 
They can his hopes his fears express ; 
The maid, when words or looks would fail, 
Can thus a kind return confess. 
They wreath the harp at banquets tried, 
With them we crown the crested brave ; 
They deck the maid — adorn the bride — 
Or form the chaplets for her grave. 
THE POSIE. 
BY ROBERT BURNS. 
0 LtrvE-will venture in where it daurna weel 
be seen ; 
0 Luve will venture in where wisdom aince 
has been ; 
But I will down yon river, amang the woods 
sae green, — 
And a’ to pu’ a posie to my ain dear May, 
