OK LANGUAGE OP PLOWERS. 
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TULIP, RED...DECLARATION OP LOVE. 
There’s something in my heart, my flower, 
That will not let me rest;— 
Dost thou possess a charm, my flower, 
To make the mourner blestP 
O yes, I know thy ailing well,— 
Can cure thy irritation:— 
Detach me now, and send me forth 
With love’s sweet declaration. 
Gu. 
TULIP, YELLOW...HOPELESS LOVE. 
Why didst thou raise such hope in me P 
Why didst thou a flatterer he ? 
Raising false hopes within my heart— 
Ah! now I feel the cruel smart 1 
O I have lov’d thee,—lov’d too well; 
Let now my alter’d features tell: 
Hopeless love! O deathly feeling! 
What anguish o’er my heart is stealing! 
Words were too weak, thou saidst, to prove 
How deep and lasting was thy love; 
’Twas falsehood all! thou cruel one, 
By thy base love I am undone 
