LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
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the Turks it is denominated Zerrin Kadeck, 
golden bowl. 
One of our older poets moralizes upon this 
flower in the following 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 any thing: 
We die 
As your hours do, and dry 
A way, 
Like to the summer’s rain, 
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew, 
Ne’er to be found again. 
