8EPT 10 
Plum Tree ..I......._;. Fidelity , 
I had a friend that lov’d me— 
I was his soul: he liv'd not but in me; 
We were so close within each other’s breast 
The rivets were not found that join’d us first. 
Pryden. 
SEPT 11 
Plumbago ------ - Meekness . 
Humility, that low, sweet root, 
From which all heavenly virtues shoot. 
JVIoore. 
In the modesty of fearful duty, 
I read as much as from the rattling tongue 
Of saucy and audacious eloquence. 
/Shakespeare. 
- SEPT 12 «--- 
Pomegranate - - Lightning. 
Through the air 
Mountains of clouds, with lurid summits roll’d, 
The lightning kindling with its vivid glare 
Their outlines as they rose, heap’d fold on fold. 
JSpes /Sargent. 
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