102 THE LANGUAGE OF- FLOWERS. 
Sage, Garden. Esteem. 
Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend, 
And round his dwelling guardian saints attend.— Goldsmith. 
Sainfoin. Agitation. 
Say why, my friend, thy honest soul 
Runs over at thine eye ?— Chatterton. 
Saint John’s Wort ... Animosity. Superstition. 
No shades of superstition blot the day. 
Liberty chases all that gloom away.— Cowper. 
Sardony . Irony. 
The king himself has followed her 
When she has walked before.— Goldsmith. 
Saxifrage, Mossy . Ajfection. 
Like a voice from those that love us.— Bayley. 
Scabious . Unfortunate love. 
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. 
Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.— R. Browning. 
Scabious, Sweet . Widowhood. 
Beyond the waking and the sleeping. 
Beyond the sowing and the reaping, 
I shall be soon.— H. Bonar. 
Scarlet Lychnis. Sunheaming eyes. 
Schinus . Religious enthusiasm. 
With thy heavenly presence blest. 
Death is life, and labour rest.— Doddridge. 
Scotch Fir . Elevation. 
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen. 
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and evergreen.— Peele. 
