OK, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 211 
ROSE—LOVE. 
How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom, 
Rose! ever wearing heauty for thy dower. 
The bridal day, the festival, the tomb, 
Thou hast thy part in each, thou stateliest flower! 
Therefore with thy soft breath come floating by 
A thousand images of love and grief, 
Dreams, filled with tokens of mortality, 
Deep thought of all things beautiful and brief. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
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THE ROSE. 
.Queen of every flower, 
Breathing the soul of spring in thy perfume ; 
The pearls of morning are thy wedding dower, 
Thy bridal garment is a robe of bloom! 
Wake, lovely flower! for now the winter’s gloom 
Hath wept itself in summer dew away; 
Wake, lovely flower! and bid thy smiles assume 
A kindred brightness with the rosy ray 
That streaks the floating clouds with the young 
blush of day. 
