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Lilac. 
6tb—Flrit Emotloxu of Love. 
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The lilac, various in array, now white, 
Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set 
With purple spikes pyramidal.— Cowper, 
Harebell — 7tb — Snbmlasion, Grief. 
Simple flow’ret! child of May. 
Caroline Symmons. 
Hawthorn. — 8tb — Hope. 
Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade 
To shepherds looking on their silly sheep 
Than doth a rich embroidered canopy 
To kings, that fear their subjects’ treachery. 
Shakespeare, 
— 0tb — 
Come, let us rest this hawthorn tree below. 
And breathe its luscious fragrance ere it flies, 
And watch the tiny petals as they fall. 
Circling and winnowing down our sylvan hall. 
Miss Twamley. 
Fern. — lOtb — Sincerity. 
The foxgloves and the fern, how gracefully they 
grow. 
With grand old oaks above them, and wavy grass 
below ! 
Heliotrope, —lltb— Infataation, I love yon. 
There is a flower whose modest eye 
Is turned with looks of light and love, 
Who breathes her softest, sweetest sigh 
Whene’er the sun is bright above. 
