36 POETICAL LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
delicate crimson with which the Moss-rose was dyed ; 
and from that day Love and Modesty dwelt together, 
their abode embowered about with Jasmine, and trail¬ 
ing Roses, and Violets, sweet as the perfumes of Para¬ 
dise. 
Love could not have found a happier nor a more peace¬ 
ful home. The very spot in which they dwelt together 
was a land of perfect poetry, and within it her simple 
wishes were bounded ; for she knew no more about 
what the world calls rank, and splendor, and fashion, 
than the modest Violet after which she was named, 
does of the flowers that are forced into bloom and 
beauty within the unnatural atmosphere of a hot-house. 
“ The heart,” says an old writer, “ envieth not that 
which it hath never known, neither doth the eye covet 
what it hath never seen, and from this very ignorance 
cometh much happiness.” Spring came, and poured 
her opening buds into the valley, and let loose her 
feathered songsters amongst the trees. Summer fol¬ 
lowed, and, with sunny fingers, opened the flowers, 
giving freedom to a thousand imprisoned perfumes. 
Then came Autumn, with his wheaten sheaf and ruddy 
fruitage,—and when all these were gone, she had still 
Love left for her companion throughout the dark win- 
