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THE LANGUAGE OF FLO WEES. 
MOSS ROSE {Rosa muscosa ). Superior merit. Voluptuousness. 
pretty translation from the 
German gives us the origin of 
this superb rose. The Angel of 
the Flowers fell asleep one day 
under a rose tree, which gave 
him refreshing shade, and on 
waking, thus in rapture he 
spoke:— 
“ ‘ Thou queen of my bowers, 
Thou fairest of flowers, 
What gift shall be mine, 
And what guerdon be thine?’ 
‘ In guerdon of duty 
Bestow some new beauty,’ 
She said; and then smiled 
Like a mischievous child. 
In anger he started, 
But ere he departed, 
To rebuke the vain flower 
In the pride of her power. 
He flung some rude moss 
Her fair bosom across; — 
But her new robes of green 
So became the fair queen, 
That the Angel of Flowers 
Mistrusted his powers, 
And was heard to declare 
He had granted her prayer.” 
