LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 15 
volumes, as this authoress truly observes, are 
like a beautiful country, diversified with woods, 
meadows, heaths, and flower-gardens — 
“Bowing adorers of the gale, I 
Ye cowslips delicately pale, I 
Upraise your loaded stems; 
Un/old your cups in splendour, S 2 >eak ! 
Who decked you with that ruddy streak, • 
And gilt your golden gems ? ! 
“Violets, sweet tenants of the shade. 
In purple’s richest pride arrayed. 
Your errand here fulfil 
Go, hid the artist’s simple stain 
Your lustre imitate in vain, j 
And match your Maker’s skill. } 
“Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth, I 
Embroiderers of the carpet earth, ^ 
That stud the velvet sod, | 
Open to Spring’s refreshing air, 
In sweetest, smiling bloom, declare 
Your Maker, and my God.”— John Clare. i 
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Verily, it was well said, that “Solomon, in all 
his glory was not arrayed like one of these [ 
and well was it continued, by a lately departed j 
* Flora Domestica. 
