LOVE AND THE FLOWERS. 
5 
Forget-me-not uplifted her blue eyes as he ap¬ 
proached, and said, that she had never forgotten 
him, but had waited in patience and silence many 
an age for his coming ; that, although her lips were 
sealed, she held fond communion with her own 
heart, and that she never looked up to the stars but 
they bade her hope; that she was still as true to 
Love as the blue heaven that bent over her, when 
first the morning-stars sang together for joy. The 
timid Violet shrank amid her broad leaves as she 
heard the approaching flutter of his wings; and 
long did Love linger around her, and sigh as he 
hung over her beauty: at last, she looked up and 
told him, that her home was the abode of Modesty; 
that she seldom ventured forth into the woi'ld ; 
that those who loved her sought out her solitude, 
for she coveted not the gaze of a stranger’s eye, nor 
loved to parade her beauty abroad amongst the 
blossoms ; for there were those amongst the chil¬ 
dren of men who, forgetful of all modesty, peeped 
under her face, and looked into her downcast eyes. 
The Daisies rose up to welcome him, and gathered 
together in thousands to witness his approach. 
They made him a couch of their starry coronets, 
they embraced him with their green arms, and 
looked fondly upon him with their golden eyes, as 
they told him, in sweet, unstudied syllables, that 
they were the daughters of Innocence ; and as Love 
