T XJ E LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 199 
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One day, through fancy’s telescope, 
Which, is my richest treasure, 
I saw, dear Susan, Love and Hope, 
Set out in search of pleasure ; 
All mirth and smiles I saw them go ; 
Each was the other’s banker; 
For Hope took up her brother’s bow 
And Love, his sister’s anchor. 
They rambled on o’er vale and hill, 
They passed by cot and tower; 
Through summer’s glow and winter’s chill, 
Through sunshine and through shower: 
But what did those fond playmates care 
For climate or for weather? 
All scenes to them were bright and fair. 
On which they gazed together. 
Sometimes they turned aside to bless 
Some muse and her wild numbers, 
Or ’breathe a dream of holiness 
On beauty’s quiet slumbers; 
44 Fly on,” said Wisdom, with cold sneers; 
44 I teach my friends to doubt you; ” 
44 Come back,” said Age, with bitter tears, 
44 My heart is cold without you.” 
