OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWEKS, 
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A pledge of love that rests on thee, 
Which nought from my heart can blot; 
It speaks in language sweet and clear, 
Forget, 0 forget me not! 
Forget! how can it ever be ? 
When I have said, “ Be mine P 
And when I’ve heard thy own sweet voice. 
Whispering, “ I will be thine /” 
Others have captivating charms, 
But must not share my lot; 
The little blue flower lifts up its head, 
And whispers, Forget-me-not! Gc. 
LOVE OF FLOWERS. 
From time immemorial all nations have 
loved flowers, and most Rave regarded 
them as having a language. We might 
refer to Persia, the islands of the sea, the 
continent of Europo, &c. Flowers have 
been made symbolical of the passions and 
emotions of the mind, especially of 
Those thoughts, those passions, those delights, 
Which animate this mortal frame, 
And are the ministers of Love, 
And tend to feed his flame. 
