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POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
rumors in the olden world, that, before the winged 
lovers of Earth’s first daughters left their watch 
beside the star-beaconed battlements of Heaven, and 
gave up all their glory for the heart of woman,— 
the buds and blossoms held sweet converse to¬ 
gether ; and that many a time when the night¬ 
ingale ushered in the twilight with her song, voices 
from the flowers had made low response, among 
the glades and rose-girded pastures, in the Garden 
of Paradise. Even on Olympus, Love had heard 
that an immortal language never could die ; that, 
although silent, it still slept somewhere among the 
flowers ; and many a time, while resting on some 
fragrant bed, he had been awakened by low whisper¬ 
ings, and disturbed by the heavy beating of his heart, 
which ever seemed urging him onward to commence 
his holy mission, and discover that language which 
had been lost ever since the day when Eve went weep¬ 
ing from beneath the angel-guarded gates of Eden. 
Love arose, and shook the rounded dew in loosened 
pearls from the feathery silver of his wings, and soared 
far away, over many a hill and valley, alighting 
when weary, and kneeling lowly, with attentive ear 
and bowed head beside the blossoms; but as yet he 
