OK, LANGUAGE OE FLOWERS. 175 
When that his eager toil was crowned, 
By actual possession found 
In no restricted measure. 
I’ve thought, could he to man but tell 
The joy his soul that ravished ; 
How his emotions high would swell 
(Like swinging notes from bridal bell), 
That on him had been lavished. 
Far nobler power, far higher aim, 
Than insect life e’er gladdened, 
How, taught by that, ho could reclaim 
His wasted love, or in that name 
(By no past losses saddened) 
Would earnestly, and with true heart, 
Like brown bee chained to flowers, 
His inmost soul’s deep thoughts impart, 
And find an actual counterpart 
In her who blest his hours. 
Geo. R. Twinn. 
WHY DO I LOVE YOU? 
Because Crown of Boses. Because 
Peach. Because Peach Blossom. Be¬ 
cause you have White Lily, China Bose, 
Bonus Henricus. Because you are Lilac 
