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the language of flowers. 
“ Ihe Mary buckle, that shutteth with the light.”' 
Browne, in his “ Britannia’s Pastorals,” says : 
But, maiden, see the day is waxen olde, 
And gins to shut in with the marygolde.” 
Whilst Shakspeare says in “ Cymbeline,” that when 
roebus gms arise,” the “ winking niarybuds begin to 
ope their golden eyes.” 
Iveats pays more heed to the natural attractions of this 
nower and sings : 
“ Open-afresh your round of starry folds 
V e ardent marigolds ! 
Dry up the moisture of your golden lids. 
For great Apbllo bids 
That in thdse days your praises shall be sung 
On many harps, which he has lately strung • 
And then again your dewiness he kisses— & ’ N 
I ell him I have you in my world of blisses • 
bo haply when I rove in some far vale, 
His mighty voice may come upon the gale.” 
Chaucer calls the Marigold a “ Golde,” and makes a 
garland of them typical of jealousy, yellow being the 
emblematical colour of that passion. 
THE MARIGOLD. 
G. WITHERS. 
When with a serious musing, I behold 
The grateful and obsequious Marigold, 
How duly, every morning, she displays 
Her open breast when Phoebus spreads his rays; 
How she observes him in his daily walk, 
Still bending towards him her small slender stalk ; 
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns 
Bedewed as ’twere with tears, till he returns ; 
