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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
’T was then the flowers were haunted 
With fairy forms and lovely things, 
Whose beauty elder bards have chaunted, 
And how they lived in crystal springs; 
And swang upon the honied bells, 
In meadows danced round dark green mazes, 
Strewed flowers around the holy -wells, 
But never trampled on the Daisies. 
Tney spared the star that lit their feet, 
The Daisy was so very sweet. 
