THE POETRY OF FLOWERS 
Love drew your picture in my “ heart of heart,” 
And memory preserves it beautiful. 
f. s. o. 
YOUTH. 
WHITE LILAC. 
That lilac’s cleaving cones have burst, 
The milkwhite flowers revealing ; 
E’en now upon my senses first, 
Methinks their sweets are stealing. 
Blackwood’s Magazine. 
On account of the purity and short dura*tion of the delicate 
flowers of the white lilac, it has been made the symbol of 
youth ; of that fleet and enchanting period which no wealth 
can purchase, nor power retain or restore. 
The hues of youth, 
Carnationed like a sleeping infant’s cheek, 
Rocked by the beating of her mother’s heart, 
Or the rose-teints, which summer’s twilight leaves 
Upon the lofty glacier’s virgin snow, 
The blush of earth embracing with her heaven — 
Tinge thy celestial aspect and make tame 
The beauties of the sunbow that bends o’er thee. 
Byron. 
