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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
walls of our houses or gardens, and every where 
throwing out a profusion of delicate and charming 
flowers, which perfume the air, offering to the light 
butterfly cups worthy of him, and to the busy bee 
abundance of fragrant honey. 
The rustic lover unites the Jasmine with the Rose 
to adorn the bosom of his beloved; and often does a 
wreath of this simple combination encircle the brow 
of the princess. 
And brides, as delicate and fair 
As the White Jasmine flowers they wear, 
Hath Yemen in her blissful clime ; 
Who lull’d in cool kiosk or bower, 
Before their mirrors count the time. 
And grow still lovelier every hour. 
Moore. 
From the numberless poetical tributes that 
have been paid to this plant, we cull the following 
lines: 
My slight and slender Jasmine-tree, 
That bloomest on my border tower. 
Thou art more dearly loved by me 
Than all the wealth of fairy bower. 
I ask not, while I near thee dwell, 
Arabia’s spice or Syria’s rose ; 
Thy light festoons more freshly smell. 
Thy virgin white more freshly glows. 
