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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
SUMMER. 
Come away! the sunny hours 
Woo thee far to founts and bowers ! 
O’er the very waters now, 
In their play. 
Flowers are shedding beauty’s glow: 
Come away! 
Where the lily’s tender gleam 
Quivers on the glowing stream. 
Come away! 
All the air is filled with sound, 
Soft, and sultry, and profound ; 
Murmurs through the shadowy grass 
Lightly stray: 
Faint winds whisper as they pass— 
Come away ! 
Where the bee’s deep music swells 
From the trembling foxglove-bells— 
Come away! 
