TEXT-BOOK OF FLOWERS. 
Hope, Hawthorn. 
Thy gaseous boughs the torches made 
To light the altar, when the Maid 
Of Athens spoke the marriage vow; 
Thy fragrant blossoms twined the hair 
Of those fair ones who waited there, 
Therefore of Hope fit emblem thou. 
Horror, Creeping Cereus. 
Twisting, creeping, serpent-like, 
Armed with prickles sharp and keen. 
Thou must all with horror strike. 
Wheresoever felt or seen. 
Thee, honest Lunacy we call, for thou 
Makest no concealment of thy treasure-seeds, 
But show’st Ihem openly to every eye. 
Thou givest food and quiet shelter, too, 
Oh, tall and stately monarch of the wood! 
And thus in thee an emblem meet we view. 
Of one whose hospitable gates have s ood 
Wide open long, that all may entering find 
Refreshment and repose for Body and for mind. 
Humanity, Marsh Mallow. 
To heal the wound, the grove to decorate. 
These were its offices in days gone by ; 
What wonder, then, that we should consecrate 
The blooming Mallow to Humanity? 
Honesty, 
Lunana. 
Hospitality, 
Oak Tree. 
