8 o THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Moss . Alaiernal love. 
A mother's love ! how sweet the name ! 
What is a mother’s love ?— Moultine. 
Mosses . Ennui. 
His whispered theme, dilated, and at large. 
Proves, after all, a wind gun’s airy charge.— Cowper. 
Mossy Saxifrage . Affection. 
Thine ears are set wide open evermore. 
Before we knock, thou comest to the door.— Gascoigne. 
Motherwort. Concealed love. 
Why did she love him ? Curious fool, be still ; 
Is human love the growth of human will ?— Byron. 
Mountain Ash . Prudence. 
Youth stops at first its wilful ears, 
To Wisdom’s prudent choice.— Granger. 
,, . _ -j { Unfortunate attachment. 
Mourning Bride ... 
( I have lost all. 
Year chases year, decay pursues decay. 
Still drops some joy from withering life away.— Johnson. 
Mouse-eared Chickweed ... Ingenuous simplicity. 
In this the art of living lies, 
To count no more than may suffice.— Cotton. 
Mouse-eared Scorpion Grass ... Forget me not. 
The streams with softest sound are flowing. 
The grass, you almost hear it growing.— Wordsworth. 
Moving Plant . Agitation. 
Content thyself to be obscurely good.— Addison. 
