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THE LANGUAGE 0E FLOWERS. 
Seeing how far one’s stocks will reach ; 
Taking due care one’s flowers of speech 
To guard from blight as well as bathos, 
And watering, every day, one’s pathos, 
A letter comes just gathered, we 
Doat on its tender brilliancy ; 
Inhale its delicate expression 
Of balm and pea ; and its confession, 
Made with as sweet a maiden blush 
As ever mom bedew’d in bush ; 
And then, when we have kissed its wit r 
And heart, in water putting it, 
To keep its remarks fresh, go round r 
And with delighted hands compose 
Our answer, all of lily and rose, 
Of tuberose and of violet, 
And little darling (mignionette) j 
And gratitude and polyanthus, 
And flowers that say, “ Felt never man thus 1” 
