OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOAVERS. 
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olence to man. If you are so glorious, 
what must Eden have been! What must 
the heavenly Eden be! And how lovely 
must the glorified saints be in that Eden 
of never-failing splendour and delight 1 
There are myriads of flowers blooming there, 
And blossoms of beauty rich and fair; 
They form the sweet bowers of saints in light, 
And minister to them sweet delight, 
In that glorious sun-bright clime I 
They who are not fond of flowers must 
be very insensible to the beauties of nature, 
or, be very deficient in taste and judgment. 
Most people are fond of flowers. I have 
seldom known a child, a maiden, a guile¬ 
less youth, or a poet, indifferent to the 
beauties of a rose, or the sweet perfume of 
a lovely violet. 
“ Who loves not flowers, must have a heart of 
uncongenial soil: 
Go view the lilies of the vale, ‘ that neither spin 
nor toil:’ 
E’en Solomon, in all his pride, was not array’d 
like these 
Meek dwellers in their loneliness, perfuming 
every breeze.” 
