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POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
which they had sighed for in vain, to dwell in. She 
erected for them a new and pleasant home in the heart, 
—she assembled around them a thousand household 
virtues,—and what the eye had before sought for 
abroad in vain, it found within: it became the resting- 
place of Love, and there alone was true beauty to be 
found. Man no longer sighed for the Paradise he had 
lost, for Constancy led him by the hand and brought 
him back ; and he sat enthroned amid a lovelier Eden, 
in the beating heart of woman. 
Abroad he saw her image every where reflected. 
The Water-lily sleeping on the lake mirrowed back 
the purity in which lie now dwelt: all around beside 
her might move, but Constancy had anchored her true 
roots within the heart,—an hundred contending waves 
might wash over the spotless snow of her blossoms, 
but she still rose triumphant, whiter and purer from 
the contest; for the washing of every ripple but laid 
bare some hidden virtue, and from every assault she 
won back some lost affection. 
And when Love and Constancy set out to wander 
together hand in hand through the world, while Hu¬ 
mility and Affectionate Remembrance were their attend¬ 
ants, and within was found that Purity of Heart which 
