TEXT-BOOK OF FLOWERS 
Incorruptible, Cedar 
Call it not folly-this antique belief 
In the great virtue of the Cedar wood, 
To keep unchanged and incorruptible. 
Whatever precious relics it enclosed. 
dependence, Plum Tree, 
Ofttimes without man’s aid wc grow 
All independently, and throw 
Our fruits upon the ground below, 
Where there is none to gather them. 
Indifference, Candy Tuf 
In summer’s sunshine, and mid winter’s snow, 
Indifferent to all weathers, thou dost blow. 
Indiscretion, Bull Bus 
When Jupiter gave to King Midas, 
As the story goes, the ears of an ass. 
The secret, thinking they were mutes. 
The king buried under the Bull Rush roots 
Industry, I 
Thou art like the busy bee. 
Emblem of brisk industry. 
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