THE ORIENTAL LANGUAGE, AND 
False Riches, Sun Flower, 
Abundance of the glittering ore. 
A sordid man may have ; 
Yet will he be, in spirit, poor. 
To riches false a slave. 
Of Flax the bow-string was entwined. 
That, winged by fate, the arrows sent 
Of Flax the Fates the web did wind. 
On human destiny intent. 
j'east, Parsley, 
“ Its living verdure o’er the feast,” 
’Twas Horace said-let Parsley spread*. 
And with its curled leaves, to this day. 
The festive board is garnished. 
i’ecundity, Hollyhock, 
Of seeds prolific, towering Hollyhock, 
No fear of quick exhaustion for thy stock. 
Felicity, Centaury. 
Happy sweet Sultan of the Persian fields. 
Thy nectar joy unto the wild bee yields. 
By Virgil praised, by all, when seen, admired 
Type of felicity, so much to be desired. 
