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THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
thence it spread all over the world. In Russia it 
blooms only for czars and courtiers, but in Peru it is 
naturalized. Its lovely spires terminate a tall, slender 
stem, and exhale a strong, sweet perfume, which is 
oppressive if inhaled too closely. 
Moore tells us of 
“ The tuberose with her silvery light, 
That in the gardens of Malay 
Is called the ‘ mistress of the night,’ 
So like a bride scented and bright, 
She comes out when the sun’s away.” 
MORNING GLORY (Convolvulus purpureas). Coquetry. 
“ Convolvulus, in streaked vases flush.” 
Keats. 
“ Yes, thou canst smile and be as gay 
As though no heart thy guile had broken, 
While every step along my way 
Brings up of thee some painful token. 
Thou breathest in a dozen ears 
The same fond words once breathed to me; 
While I, alas ! in secret tears, 
Can only think and dream of thee.” 
The Flower Vase. 
“ Aux feux dont l’air etincelle 
S’ouvre la bellc-de-jour; 
Zephyr la flatte de l’aile: 
La friponue encore appelle 
Les papillons d’alentour. 
Coquettes, c’est votre embleme : 
Le grand jour, le bruit vous plait. 
Briller est votre art supreme; 
Sans 6clat, le plaisir mgme 
Devient pour vous sans attrait.” 
Ph. de la Madeleine. 
HELIOTROPE (Heliotropium peruvianum). I adore you. 
Intoxication. 
“ Heliotrope, whose gray and heavy wreath 
Mimics the orchard blossom’s fruity breath.” 
Mrs. Norton. 
