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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 15 
volumes, as this authoress truly observes, u are 
(ike a beautiful country, diversified with woods, 
meadows, heaths, and flower-gardens — 
“Bowing adorers of tlie gale, 
Ye cowslips delicately pale. 
Upraise your loaded stems ; 
Unfold your cups in splendour, sjieak ! 
Who decked you with that ruddy streak. 
And gilt your golden gems ? 
“ Violets, sweet tenants of the shade, 
In purple’s richest pride arrayed, 
Your errand here fulfil 
Go, bid the artist’s simple stain 
Your lustre imitate in vain, 
And match your Maker’s skill. 
“Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth, 
Embroiderers of the carpet earth, 
That stud the velvet sod, 
Open to Spring’s refreshing air, 
In sweetest, smiling bloom, declare 
Your Maker, and my God.”—J ohn Clare. 
Verily, it was well said, that u Solomon, in all 
his glory was not arrayed like one of these 
and well was it continued, by a lately departed 
* Flora Domestiea. 
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