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TIIH T.ANOUAOE OP FLOWEI13. 
THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
BY J. a. PERCEVAL, 
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 
And they tell in a garland their loves and 
cares ; 
Each blossom that blooms in their garden 
bowers, 
On its leaves a mystic language bears. 
The Rose is a sign of Joy and Love, — • 
Young blushing Love in its earliest dawn ; 
And the mildness that suits the gentle dove, 
From the Myrtle’s snowy flower is drawn. 
Innocence shines in the Lily’s bell, 
Pure as the heart in its native heaven ; 
Fame’s bright star and Glory’s swell, 
In the glossy leaf of the Bay arc given. 
