







LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 

SPRING. 
Here Spring appears, with flowery chaplets bound. 
ANON. 
Fresh Spring, the herald of love’s mighty king, 
In whose cote-armour richly are display’d 
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring, 
In goodly colours gloriously array’d. 
SPENSER. 
Now gentle gales, 
Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense 
Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole 
These balmy spoils. 
MILTON. 
Who loves not Spring’s voluptuous hours, 
The carnival of birds and fiowers ? 
MONTGOMERY. 
