THE FOETY OF FLOWERS. 
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LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
BY H. W. LONGFELLOW. 
Spake full well, in language quaint and c lden, 
One who dvvelleth by the castled Rhiue, 
When he called the flowers so blue and golden, 
Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine. 
Stars they are, wherein we read our history, 
As astrologers and seers of eld ; 
Yet not wrapp’d about with awful mystery, 
Like the burning stars, which they beheld. 
Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, 
God hath written in those stars above; 
Dut not less in the bright flowerets under us 
Stands the revelation of his love. 
Bright and glorious is that revelation, 
Written all over this great world of ours; 
Making evident our own creation, 
In these stars of earth,— these golden flowers, 
And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing. 
Sees alike in stars and flowers, apart 
Of the self-same, universal Being, 
Which is throbbirg in his brain and heart. 
