POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
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The sweetest in the choir of earth, awake 
Our happy spirits to the clay, and make 
Our morning hymn of praise. The mellow beams 
Of the rich sun shine gently on the streams 
That murmur there ; and thy pure, faithful love, 
Smiles on me ever. 
HYACINTH. 
Hyacinthus, comosus . . . Class 6; Order 1. 
GAME.—PLAY.-CONSTANCY.—SORROW. 
The Oriental or garden Hyacinth is a native 
of the Levant. Culture has produced several 
large and splendid double varieties of these 
flowers; their elegantly shaped bell blossoms, 
towering one above another upon graceful stems, 
in almost unrivalled redolence and in nearly 
every hue of the rainbow, present a glorious 
spectacle. Sweet-voiced Shelley plaintively sings 
of 
“ The hyacinth, purple, and white, and blue, 
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew, 
Of music, so delicate, soft, and intense, 
It was felt like an odor within the sense.” 
According to the mythologists, this fairy-like 
fragile flower had its origin in the death of 
