THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 229 
Wheat— Riches. 
The golden harvest lovers fondly reap.— Taylor . 
White Oak.— I ndependence. 
All independence Love cannot withstand. — Smythe. 
Wallflower.— Cherian thus Cheiri. — Fidelity in Misfor- 
tune. 
Be good and friendly still, and oft return. — Milton, 
Weeping Willow.— Salix Babylonica. — Forsaken. 
Prevent his falsehood, and forsake him first. — Phillips. 
I knew him not — I sought him not — 
He was my father’s guest; 
I gave him not one smile more kind 
Than those I gave the rest : 
He sat beside me at the board, 
The choice was not my own. 
But oh ! I never heard a voice 
With half so sweet a tone. 
And at the dance again we met. 
Again I was his choice, 
Again I heard the tender tone 
Of that beguiling voice ; 
I sought him not— he led me forth 
From all the fairest there. 
And told me he had never seen 
A face he thought so fair. 
