THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 201 
Her softest light was flinging ; 
And from the thickets all around 
Sad nightingales were singing. 
“ I leave you here,” quoth father Time, 
As hoarse as any raven; 
And Love kneeled down to spell the rhyme 
Upon the rude stone graven ; 
But Hope looked onward, calmly brave. 
And whispered, “ Dearest brother, 
We’re parted on this side the grave, 
We’ll meet upon the other.” 
I- ' - - 4 , 
Ivy. — Friendship. 
I love the ivy-mantled tower 
Hocked by the storms of thousand years. 
Cunningham . 
Iris, a Flag. — I have a message for you. 
Tell thyself what I would say. 
Thou know’st it, and I feel too much to pray. 
Dry den 
Fond Love, who lives in my heart for thee, 
Had a message this morning he wanted to send. 
While Fear, who will ever beside him be, 
Cried, “ Better beware my friend! ” 
But then, sweet Memory woke awhile. 
And softly she told in Love’s true ear. 
Of a certain bewitching and eloquent smile. 
Which you have forgotten, I fear! 
