. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. r ®|iimE gi^stjer-^mgU* (Eallistcpl)US ^UljilU'llsis. Xatukal Okder: Coiiipositic â Aster Family. ESCRIPTION of this flower would be unnecessary, were it not the progenitor of all our handsome double, quilled, bou- quet, pyramid and the many other varieties of asters that 'have originated under careful and discriminating cultivation, blossom originally presented a yellow disk or center, sur- rounded by a single row of petals, of a purple color : now we have nearh- all colors and shades, except j-ellow. Such is the wonderfu
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. r ®|iimE gi^stjer-^mgU* (Eallistcpl)US ^UljilU'llsis. Xatukal Okder: Coiiipositic â Aster Family. ESCRIPTION of this flower would be unnecessary, were it not the progenitor of all our handsome double, quilled, bou- quet, pyramid and the many other varieties of asters that 'have originated under careful and discriminating cultivation, blossom originally presented a yellow disk or center, sur- rounded by a single row of petals, of a purple color : now we have nearh- all colors and shades, except j-ellow. Such is the wonderful power of human thought, skill, patience and perseverance, when applied to flowers; who can doubt its equal power when enlisted in the eleva- tion of mankind or in the improvement of the TOVE'S heralds should be thoughts, â '-' Which ten times faster gHde than sunbeams, Driving back the shadows over lowering hills. -Shake p OSE leaves, when the rose is dead, ^^ Are heaped for the beloved's bed; T' And so thy thoughts Love itself shall shin I'hen thou art gone, !r on. -Shelly. 'HOUGHTS of my soul, how swift ye g. Swift as the eagle's glance of fire. Or arrows from the archer's bow. To the far aim of your desire 1 âWhiitk-} 'T^HE car without horses, the car without wings. Roars onward and flies On its pale iron edge, 'Neath the heat of a thought sitting still in our eyes. 'pHOUGHTS flit and flutter through the mind, o'er the waves the shifting wind; Trackless and traceless is their flight, As falling stars of yesternight, Or the old tidemarks on the shore, Which other tides hax-e rippled o'er. â;. jVIANYa, ^'A In my the thoughts that come to me my lonely musing; And they drift so strange and swit't. There 's no time for choosing Which to follow, for to leave Any, seems a losing. _c. p. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of thes
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