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THE LANGUAGE AND 
anrl affectionate remembrances, serve to feed 
the melancholy mind; while others more 
numerous than the latter, awaken ideas of 
glory and happiness, or form a secret and 
mysterious language for the use of friends 
and lovers. Percival, in writing of the Sen* 
timent of Flowers, thus sings :— 
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; 
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers 
On its leaves a mystic language bears. 
The rose is the sign of joy and love, 
Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ; 
And the mildness that suits the gentle dove, 
From the myrtle’s snowy flower is drawn. 
Innocence shines in the lily’s bell, 
Pure as a heart in its native heaven ; 
Fame’s bright star and glory’s swell, 
By the glossy leaf of the bay are given. 
The silent, soft, and humble heart, 
In the violet’s hidden sweetness breathes ; 
And the tender soul that can not part, 
A twine of evergreen fondly wreaths. 
The cypress that darkly shades the grave, 
Is si irrow that mourns its bitter lot; 
And faith that a thousand ills can brave, 
Speaks in thy blue leaves, Forget-me-not. 
Then gather a wreath from thy garden boweis, 
And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers 
