. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. f^" m ii ^Ster £0rglnb0SUB. Natural Order: Compositce—Aster Family. UR native Aster grows about two feet high, and is found frequently in dry, open woodlands in the Northern and Mid- dle States. The'name is derived from the Greek word aster, signifying a star, as the petals spread out like rays of light from the center. Ther
. The floral kingdom : its history, sentiment and poetry : A dictionary of more than three hundred plants, with the genera and families to which they belong, and the language of each illustrated with appropriate gems to poetry . Flower language; Flowers in literature. f^" m ii ^Ster £0rglnb0SUB. Natural Order: Compositce—Aster Family. UR native Aster grows about two feet high, and is found frequently in dry, open woodlands in the Northern and Mid- dle States. The'name is derived from the Greek word aster, signifying a star, as the petals spread out like rays of light from the center. There are none of our native plants that are equal to the Chinese Asters, though the same assiduity in culture would undoubtedly improve them. On the western prairies there are some whose colors are really handsome in their exquisite tints, standing tall among the grass; in some places so abundant that it would seem that a rose or purple glory had settled down over the. fields for the birds to sing i|^$rBiI«0$$ m ©lit %^. A LIKE all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. —Goldsmith, /^H, no! I never will grow old, ^ Though years on years roll by, And silver o'er my dark brown hair, And dim my laughing eye. —Sara 'Jane Clarke. TTTHY grieve that time has brought so soon The sober age of manhood As idly should I weep at noon To see the blush of morning gone. —Bryant. TTE look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor and autumnal green. —Drvdnt. 11 lY days pass pleasantly away. My nights are blest with sweetest sleep, I feel no symptoms of decay, I have no cause to mourn or weep; My foes are impotent and shy, My friends are neither false nor cold; And yet, of late, I often sigh, I'm growing old! ^ '"PHE spring, like youth, fresh blossoms doth produce, But autumn makes them ripe and fit for use. —sir
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