Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1839-10-24
POETRY.
FLORA,S LEXICON.


ionable conceit with industry and good taste
and we find, in explanation of floral senti
ments, numerous extracts from the best En-
glish classics. The selections are introduce,
{ by the following original lines, which may b,
called neat vocabulary in verse of the Ian
guage of Flowers :-RIoH. COMP.
Earth hath a thousand tongues that swell
In converse soft, and low
We hear them in the fiowery dell,
And where the waters flow.
We note them when the plant reed
Bends to the summer air,
It's low-toned music gently freed
By the soft breezes there;
And angels from their starry height,
On hills, and dales, and green banks write.
There is language in each flower
That opens to the eye,
4 voiceless-but a magic power,
Doth in earth's blossoms lie;
The Towering Almond, first to bring
Its perfume to the breeze,
The earliest at the call of spring,
Among the green-clad trees,
Whispering of indiscretien's fate,
Trusting too soon-convinced too late.
The Wall Flower clinging cheerfully,
Amid decaying bloom,
Tells of the hearts fidelity,
In stern misfortune's gloom;
~and like the clasping Ivy vine,
When all around depart,
Closer in storms the bonds entwine
Of friendship round the heart,
And glory's crown is proudly seen,
In the bright Laurel's evergreen.
Hope smiles amid the blossoms white,
Thatcrown the Hawthorn bouph,
And in the Myrtle's leaflets bright,
Love softly breathes his vow.
The little Lily of the Vale
Seems sent our hearts to bless,
Still whispering on springs balmy gale,
Return of happiness.
While blooming on some favor'd spot,
We trust to thee, Forget-me-not.
And quivering to the lightest wind
That fans the summer flower,
The Aspen's tender leaves we find,
Shrinking beneath it's power,
At every trembling breath that steals
Its spreading boughs between,
Each little blossom leaf reveals
A pang of misery Keen;
Like lightly uttered, careless words,
Wounding the hearts half-broken chords.
Wee for the Aspen tree-and woe
For hearts too finely strung,
The tempest wind shall round them blow,
And heart and branch be wrung;
Inc storms dread wing shall DER them sweep
And bow them to the blast.
While each must learn to weep
The hopes that could not lagt
The bosom's sensibility,
Is pictured in the Aspen tree.
The little Blue Bell lifts its head
The Amaryllis beside,
Emblems upon their grassy bed,
vi Lowliness and Pride
Bright as the summers bluest cloud,
Each opening Bell appears,
The sun, that gilds the fioweret proud,
Its humble blossoms cheers:
Sweeter the Blue Bells lowly mien,
Than Pride, in dazzling radiance seen.
The variegated Columbine
hangs its bright head to earth,
AS half ashamed the sun should shine
Upon its place of birth;
And dropping on its tender stem,
AS the low night wind swells,
It seems in many dew-drop gem,
Like Foliy's Cap and Bells;
Rung by the wind in frolic play,
Whene'er they sportive pass that way.
The Musk Rose loads the evening breeze.
with it5 own rich perfume,
Wafung tar incense through the trees,
From its thick clustering bloom;
Charming, as Beauty's palmiest hours,
Capricicus as its smiles,
One summer sees it crown'd with flowers.
The next no breezy wiles
Can lure one bud, where thousands smiled
And hence capricious Beauty styled.
And what is beauty 7--lo, the sun
That left the blooming spray,
Shines once again the boughs upon
1'he Roses---where are they2
Some strew with leaves the grassy plain,
Flashing in crimson hue;
Some anguish there, that ne'er again
Shall drink the evening dew;
And feeting Beauty's sadden'd close,
Is traced in the pale, wither'd Rose.