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LANGUAGE OF FLOWEBS. 
Goddess of Love! it is to thee 
All earthly happiness we owe, 
All bliss that mortals here can see, 
Who at the shrine of beauty bow. 
Thou askest but a woman’s vow,— 
That we shall love until life ends: 
Upon our lips we swear it now— 
And by each kiss that'here descends. 
May Hate seize him who but pretends* 
