Voice of the Flowers by Eldridge Eugene Fish

Near the clearing in the upper woods we came across a sandy knoll, the sunny side of which for a space of several yards was completely covered with the thrifty vines, all pink and white, and wonderfully sweet. The place had not been visited this spring, as the dry leaves, beneath which many a bright cluster lay hidden, had not been disturbed. The little girl was wild with delight as treasure after treasure was revealed by the removal of the leaves, and I confess my sympathy with her when she knelt down and kissed them in their fragrant bed and called them the " dear, blessed fairies of the woods." It was a sight to touch older hearts, and perhaps with a deeper feeling. I recalled the beautiful lines of the poet:

"We'll brush the last year's leaves aside,
And find where the shy blossoms hide,
And talk with them. We need no words
To tell our thoughts in. Winds and birds
And flowers, and those who love them, find
. A language nature has designed
For such companionship. And they
Will tell us, each in its own way,
Things sweet and strange—new, and yet old
As earth itself, and yearly told.
But there are men who have grown gray
Among them, and have never heard
The voice of any flowers, and they
Laugh at men's friendship with a bird.
But we know better, you and I,
Dear little flower, beneath the snow:
Let these most foolish wise men try—
And fail—to prove it is not so."

No other objects in inanimate nature touch so many hearts tenderly, like the actual presence of dear friends, as flowers. Not children alone, but men and women often look upon them as endowed with attributes not possessed by other inanimate objects. It does not seem out of place to talk to them any more than to talk to young children. A favorite flower found wild in a strange land drives away home-sickness and, like the song of a familiar bird, gives a feeling of companionship and content. The old nature-loving Greeks were not so far out of their reckoning when they endowed trees and flowers with attributes akin to those of men. Wordsworth says, "It is my faith that every flower which blows enjoys the air it breathes." Some late writers go farther, and have written books about the "Sagacity and Morality of Plants and Flowers."
Voice of the Flowers by Eldridge Eugene Fish