20 LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Dwell in his face, I asked him all his story, 
lie told me that his parents gentle died, 
Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, 
Which gave him roots, and of the crystal springs, 
Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun. 
Which still, he thanked him, yielded him his light. 
Then took he up his garland, and did show 
What every flower, as country people hold. 
Did signify ; and how all, ordered thus. 
Expressed his grief: And, to my thoughts, did read 
The prettiest lecture of his country art 
That could be wished. I gladly entertained him, 
Who was as glad to follow, and have got 
The trustiest, loving’st, and the gentlest boy. 
That ever master kept. Him will I send 
To wait on you, and bear our hidden love.” 
Beaumont and FLETcnER. 
Thus did the gentle hoy mitigate his grief by 
turninsf an emblematic wreath into a mute 
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expression of it. 
“ Give sorrow words : the grief, that does not sjieaJc, 
Whispers the o’cr-fraught heart, and bids it break.” 
Says Malcolm to the bereaved husband and 
father in “ Macbeth,”—and this poor orphan 
had hit upon a mode of giving his sorrow 
words,” more touching, perhaps, than a more 
loud and violent utterance could have been. 
