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THE FLOWER LANGUAGE. 
Poets have always found in flowers the highest objects 
of admiration, and, in their descriptions and allusions to 
them, the imagination has had free flight. They have at¬ 
tributed to them all the passions and thoughts of the 
human mind and heart, and made them express almost 
every human virtue and folly. 
“ Round every flower there gleams a glory, 
Bequeathed by antique song or story • 
To each old legends give a name, 
And its peculiar charm proclaim. 
O’er smiling lawn, through shady grove, 
Our dreaming poets pensive rove, 
And strive to read their language rare, 
And learn the lesson latent there.” 
