The Myrtle on thy breast or brow
Would lively hope and love avow.
J. H. Wiffen.
Comfort cannot soothe
The heart whose life is centred in the thought
Of happy loves, once known, and still in hope,
Living with a consuming energy.
Percival.
As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Lily of the Valley.... Modesty.
The beautiful Lily of the Valley is the fit emblem of the union of beauty, simplicity, and love of retirement. It adds an indescribable charm to the spots where it blooms. Its snowy hues and general delicacy of appearance excite emotions of a kindred nature to those we experience in the company of one whose heart is free from guile, and whose manners are gentle and unpretending.
Lilacs then, and daffodillies,
And the nice-leaved, lesser Lilies,
Shading, like detected light,
Their little green-tipt lamps of white.
Hunt.