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CHILDREN'S GARDENS 
IV 
Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer ; 
Their pure breath sanctifies the air, 
As its fragrance fills the night. 
Julia C. R. Dorr. 
Some flowers must always be loved more 
than others from what they suggest to us, and 
the good and pleasant thoughts they bring. 
When we see a daisy—“ Bright flower! whose 
home is everywhere ” 1 —we think of it, not 
as a tiresome little weed, but recall the 
many joys of spring its first coming brings, 
and the friendly way its eye has looked on and 
cheered the sad and lonely. It has been said 
of these “little starry daisies,” “The angels 
have planted them to remind us of the sky.” 2 
A great many flowers have their special 
meaning, and have been used as emblems by 
poets and writers of all ages, though their 
special significance is not always the same. I 
remember seeing a French picture of some 
paper lying on a table with pen and ink all 
ready to write, and over the paper were 
scattered pansies for thoughts, as the French 
word pensles stands for both pansies and 
thoughts. 
In Hamlet , one of Shakespeare’s plays, 
which you will read some day, Ophelia brings 
in some flowers, and of one of them she says, 
1 Wordsworth. 
2 Read. 
