DEDICATION. 
XI 
What yet of life is mine and this small 
tome. 
It treats of Flowers, and of their mystic 
lore, 
Love’s lore and their’s; and of the sylphs 
that roam 
Unseen of man, and, all unknown before. 
It gives a Language without Words ; to 
soar 
Beyond the mean it teaches, and it shows 
How Love may reign triumphant, as of 
yore ; 
How two fond hearts in one embrace may 
close. 
And Virtue turn to bliss, and laugh to scorn 
her foes. 
And will it not find favour in your sight, 
Best Flowers of God’s creation? Oh, it 
will! 
