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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
PANSIES. 
“ That’s for thoughts.” 
CHILDHOOD. 
Sister, arise, the sun shines bright, 
The bee is humming in the air, 
The stream is singing in the light, 
The May-buds never looked more fair ; 
Blue is the sky, no rain to-day: 
Get up, it has been light for hours, 
And we have not begun to play, 
Nor have we gather’d any flowers. 
Time, who look’d on, each accent caught, 
And said, “ He is too young for thought.” 
YOUTH. 
To-night beside the garden-gate ? 
Oh, what a while the night is coming! 
I never saw the sun so late, 
Nor heard the bee at this time humming! 
I thought the flowers an hour ago 
Had closed their bells and sunk to rest: 
How slowly flies that hooded crow! 
How light it is along the west! 
Said Time, “ He yet hath to be taught 
That I oft move too quick for thought.” 
