OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 193 
My hame will be a hame to tliee, 
In joy, an’ sorrow drear; 
Then calm your fears, and dry your tears, 
For thou to me art dear. 
I envy not the lordling’s lot, 
Though thousands bend the knee ; 
Or raise the cheer, when they appear, 
Though I’m in poverty. 
I would na’ gie a lass like thee 
For a’ their gowd and gear; 
Then calm your fears, and dry your tears, 
For thou to me art dear. 
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1 Foster the good, and thou shalt tend the flower f 
5 Already sown on earth; 5 
s. Foster the beautiful, and every hour s 
5 Thou call’st new flowers to birth. J 
Schiller. j 
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FORGET-ME-NOT 
When the heavens and earth had been summon¬ 
ed into being, and man had been called to taste the 
joys and glories of the celestial Eden, every living 
thing was brought unto Adam that it might inherit 
from him its befitting name. And flowers of every 
varied hue were among the lovely objects that his 
eye did rest upon; and as he named each of them 
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