47. The _cowslip_, that, bending With its golden bells, Of each glad hour's ending, With a sweet chime tells. MISS LANDON. 48. The beautiful _clover_, so round and red; There is not a thing in twenty, That lifts in the morning so sweet a head, Above its leaves on its earthly bed, With so many horns of plenty. MISS H. F. GOULD. 49. A _lily flower_, The old Egyptian's emblematic mark Of joy immortal, and of pure affection. WORDSWORTH. 50. _Mignionette_ the little nun, In meekness shedding soft perfume. MISS P. MOISE. 51. The _heliotrope_, whose gray and heavy wreath Mimics the orchard blossom's fruity breath. MRS. NORTON. 52. The timid _jasmine-buds_, that keep Their odors to themselves all day, But when the sunlight dies away, Let the delicious secret out. MOORE. 53. _Violets_ dim, but sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, or Cytherea's breath. _Winter's Tale._ 54. _Fox-glove_, whose purple vest conceals Its hollow heart. MISS MOISE. 55. The _housatonia cerulea_, Its snowy circle ray'd With crosslets, bending its pearly whiteness round, While the spreading lips are bound With such a mellow shade, As in the vaulted blue Deepens at midnight, or grows pale When mantled in the full moon's slender veil. PERCIVAL. 56. The _lily_, Imperial beauty, fair unrivall'd one! What flower of earth has honor high as thine, To find thy name on _His_ unsullied lips Whose eye was light from heaven! MISS H. F. GOULD. 57. The little _windflower_, whose just open'd eye Is blue as the Spring heaven it gazes at; Startling the loiterer in naked paths With unexpected beauty. W. C. BRYANT. 58. The trailing _arbutus_, shrouding its grace, Till fragrance bewrayeth its hiding-place. MRS. SIGOURNEY. 59. The _woodbine wild_, That loves to hang on barren boughs remote Her wreaths of flowery perfume. W. MASON--_The English Garden_. 60. The Naiad-like _lily of the vale_, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green. SHELLEY. WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE OR YOUR AFFECTIONS? "We like not most what most is twin to self, "But that which best supplies the void within." WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE, OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?