THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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Lilac, White. Youthful innocence 
In that first garden of our simpleness 
We spent our childhood.—.S'. Daniel. 
Lily, Day . Coquetry. 
They jealous are of every sight they see, 
They strive to seem, but never care to be.— Gascoigne. 
Lily, Imperial. Majesty^ 
A kingly condescension graced his lips, 
The lion might have crouched to in his lair.— 
N. P, Willis. 
Lily, White. Furity. Sweetness. 
And then towards me, like a very maid, 
Came blushing, winning, willing, and a.fra.id.—Reals. 
Lily, Yellow. Falsehood. Gaiety. 
Take, oh take, those lips away. 
That so sweetly were forsworn.— Shakesgeaj-e. 
Lily of the Valley . Return of happiness. 
Smiles on past Misfortune’s brow. 
Soft Reflection’s hand can trace.—Graj/. 
Linden or Lime Trees. Conjugal love. 
But hand-in-hand we’ll go. 
Lint . IM obligations. 
And think, how well soe’er it be that thou hast spent the 
day. 
It came of God, and not of thee, and so direct thy way.— 
Gascoigne. 
Live Oak. Liberty. 
He is a free-man whom the truth makes free. 
