

THE BOUQUET: 







yr 
CONTAINING 
THE POETRY AND LANGUAGE 
FLOWERS. 


A SRNR 
BY A LADY. 

Flowérs are love’s truest language; they betray, 
Like the divining rods of magi old, 
Where priceless wealth lies buried ; not of gold, 
But love, strong love, that never can devay ! 
I send thee flowers, O dearest! and I deem 
That from their petals thou wilt hear sweet words, 
Whose music, clearer than the voice of birds, 
‘When breathed to thee alone, perchance, may seem 
All eloquent of feelings unexpressed.,.,.P. Benjamin. 


JAMIN B. MUSSEY. | 
1845. 
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