OK LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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There everlasting spring abides, 
And never-withering flowers! 
May the glory of Him who appeared in the bush 
shine about thee. May he who fed the five thousand 
never permit thee to want. May He who healed the 
sick, and comforted the distressed, preserve thee in 
health, and ever be thy consolation. May He who 
suffered and died on the ignominious cross be thy 
atoning Saviour, and ransoming Redeemer, and may 
his resurrection be the pledge of thy final resuscita¬ 
tion to a better life. In all the social relations of life, 
in the domestic circle, in thy private retreats, and in 
his holy temple, the Lord be with thee, and be 
the portion of thy soul. Beloved, when thou art 
nearing the extremity of life, destined to put off the 
earthly tabernacle, may thy Saviour be precious, 
and help thee to die comfortably and triumphantly. 
Amaranth ! May a life of immortality then burst 
upon thee, and He who sits upon the great white 
throne point out thy station of bliss and grandeur, 
saying— 
“ Come up Hither'’ 
May I meet thee there to enjoy a blessed and ever¬ 
lasting companionship, in the presence of God and 
the Lamb. 
We then shall hold communion 
In Amaranthine bowers! 
Fare-thee-well. 
