THE LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
country, diversified with woods, meadows, 
heaths, and flower-gardens* — 
“ Bowing adorers of the gale, 
Ye cowslips delicately pale, 
Upraise your loaded stems ; 
Unfold your cups in splendour speaJc ! 
■Who decked you with that ruddy streak, 
And gilt your golden gems ? 
Violets, sweet tenants of the shade, 
In purple’s richest pride arrayed, 
Tour errand here fulfil ; 
Go, bid the artist’s simple stain 
Your lustre imitate in vain, 
And match your Maker’s skill. 
Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth, 
Embroiderers of the carpet earth, 
That stud the velvet sod, 
Open to Spring’s refreshing air, 
In sweetest, smiling bloom, declare 
Your Maker, and my God." 
John Clahe. 
Verily, it was well said, that “ Solomon in all 
his glory was not arrayed like one of these 
and well was it continued, by a lately depart- 
• Tlora Domcstica, 
