FLORAL CONVERSATION. 
THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, 
And they tell in a garland their loves and care* 
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers 
On its leaves a mystic language bears. 
The Rose is a sign of joy and love— 
Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ; 
And the mildness that suits the gentle dove. 
From the Myrtle’s snowy flower is drawn. 
Innocence shines in the Lily’s bell, 
Pure as the light in its native heaven ; 
Fame’s bright star and glory’s swell, 
In the glossy leaf of the Bay are given. 
The silent, soft, and humble heart, 
In the Violet’s hidden sweetness breathes 
And the tender soul that cannot part, 
A twine of Evergreen fondly wreathes. 
