LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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the Turks it is denominated Zerrin Kadech, 
golden bowl. 
One of our older poets moralizes upon this 
flower in the following beautiful lines:— 
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see 
You haste away so soon ; 
As yet the early rising sun 
Has not attained his noon : 
Stay, stay, 
Until the hastening day 
Has run 
But to the even-song. 
And, having pray’d together, we 
Will go with you along. 
We have short time to stay as ye, 
We have as fleet a spring, 
As quick a growth to meet decay 
As you or anything: 
We die 
As your hours do, and dry 
Away, 
Like to the summer’s rain, 
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 
