LIFE AMONG

THE FLOWERS.

ACACIA, ROSE.

Robinia Hispida.

LANGUAGE-ELEGANCE.

It is worth much, in this dull world of strife
And foolish vanity, to meet a heart
Serene and beautiful like thine!

Thou, with a lofty purpose in thy breast,
Retain'st thy elevation o'er the herd

No less by that calm majesty of soul
Which shrinks from adulation, than by gifts
Of lofty intellect and outward grace.
Thy form hath elegance that indicates
The beautiful refinement of thy thoughts;
And there is dignity in thy firm step
That speaks a soul superior to the thrall
Of petty vanity and low-born pride.

ANON.

Than the charms the soul can throw,

Whatsoe'er her fortune be,

CHARLES SWAIN.

ALMOND, FLOWERING.

Amygdalus.

LANGUAGE-HOPE,

THE hope, in dreams of a happier hour,
That alights on misery's brow,
Springs out of the silvery almond flower
That blooms on a leafless bough.

MOORE.

Fear not, beloved! though clouds may lower,
Whilst rainbow visions melt away,
Faith's holy star has still a power
That may the deepest midnight sway.
Fear not! I take a prophet's tone:

Our love can neither wane nor set;

My heart grows strong in trust: mine own,
We shall be happy yet.

What though long, anxious years have passed
Since this true heart was vowed to thine,
There comes, for us, a light at last,

Whose beam upon our path shall shine.
We who have loved 'midst doubts and fears,
Yet never with one hour's regret,

There comes a joy to gild our tears:
We shall be happy yet!

MRS. JAMES GRAY

Come, then, O care! O grief! O woe!

O troubles! mighty in your kind;
I have a balm ye ne'er can know
A hopeful mind.

F. VANE.

ALOE.

Aloe.

LANGUAGE GRIEF.

"Azim is dead!"

O grief beyond all other griefs, when fate
First leaves the young heart lone and desolate
In the wide world, without that only tie
For which it loved to live, or feared to die
Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken,
Since the sad day its master-chord was broken!

MOORE'S LALLA ROOKH.

Thou art lost to me forever -I have lost thee, Isadore.
Thy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more.
Thy tender eyes will never more gaze fondly into mine,
Nor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly intwine.

Thou art dead and gone, my loving wife; thy heart is still and cold;

And I at one stride have become most comfortless and old : Of our whole world of love and song, thou wast the only

light

A star, whose setting left behind, ah me! how dark a night! Thou art lost to me forever, Isadore.

I need not say how, one by one,

ALBERT PIKE.

Love's flowers have dropped from off love's chain; Enough to say that they are gone,

And that they cannot bloom again.

MISS LANDON.

AMARANTH.

Amaranthus.

LANGUAGE - IMMORTALITY.

WITH solemn adoration down they cast
Their crowns, inwove with amaranth and gold;
Immortal amaranth, a flower which once

In paradise, fast by the tree of life,

Began to bloom; but soon, for man's offence,
To heaven removed; where first it
And flowers aloft, shading the tree of life.

grew, there

O, listen, man!

grows,

MILTON.

A voice within us speaks that startling word
"Man, thou shalt never die!" Celestial voices
Hymn it unto our souls; according harps,
By angel fingers touched, when the mild stars
Of morning sang together, sound forth still
The song of one great immortality.

DANA.

Love, which proclaims thee human, bids thee know

A truth more lofty in thy lowliest hour

Than shallow glory taught to human power "What's human is immortal!"

BULWER.