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156 POETICAL LANGUAGE OP FLOWERS. 
copied the image from my heart, where it had been so 
Ions: engraven, and transferred it there.” Love gazed 
upon her in mute amazement, and whilst he looked, 
her face beamed with a brightness which belonged to 
heaven—not a shadow of death passed over it; for 
she had gazed into a fountain in which the face of 
Jove had many a time been mirrored, and after the 
death of Leda, whom he had long secreted in that hid¬ 
den grotto, he vowed by his divinity, that whatever 
countenance was next reflected in that fountain, should 
become immortal, nor ever know death. Nor was it 
until an after-day that Yen 11s discovered this secret, 
when she found that Psyche overcame every difficulty, 
and lived on in spite of all she suffered; for never had 
the Goddess of Beauty dreaded a rival among the Im¬ 
mortals, until she beheld the lovely countenance of 
Psyche. Her labors and her sufferings are found in 
many an old legend ; her patience and her tears were 
known only to Love ; and it was during her rambles 
through the world, while she was driven from the as- 
sembly of the gods, that she wandered many a weary 
mile hand-in-hand with Love, when he set out to learn 
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the long-lost Language of the Flowers. 
And ever after, in commemoration of their love, the 
