Sweet letters of the angel tongue, Ive loved ye long and well, And never have failed in your fragrance sweet To find some secret spell, A charm that has bound me with witching power, For mine is the old belief, That midst your sweets and midst your bloom, Theres a soul in every leaf. Maturin M. Ballou.Flowers.
Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe. Thomas Starr King.The White Hills: The Androscoggin Valley.
In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares: Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers On its leaves a mystic language bears. Percival.Language of the Flowers.