
THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
Look at it, the flower is small, 
Small and low, though fair as any : 
Seasons Do not touch it ! summers two 
I am older, Anne, than you. 
beauties 
Pull the primrose, sister Anne ! 
ne Pull as many as you can ; 
—Here are daisies, take your fill ; 
lend Pansies, and the cuckoo-flower : 
najesti Of the lofty daffodil 
Make your bed, or make your bower ; 
e brow Fill your lap, and fill your bosom, 
Only spare the strawberry-blossom. 
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gentle Primroses, the Spring may love them— 
Summer knows but little of them ; 
Violets, a barren kind, 
Wither’d on the ground must lie ; Ha 
Daisies leave no fruit behind, 
When the pretty flowerets die ; 
Pluck them, and another year 
As many will be blowing here. 
: God has given a kindlier power | 
To the favour’d strawberry-flower. 
I Hither, soon as Spring is fled, HH 
You and Charles and I will walk ; 



















