Elder - The Language of Flowers

Elder.

Flowers, white. Berries, dark purple.
Whole shrub medicinal.

Compassion

Oh, let me wipe
The tears from thy too mournful eyes, and make
Thee happy, dearest, by my own true love.
I will console thee by earnest truth
Of a confiding heart; by kindly deeds
To those who mourn; by patient love and hope
For those who go astray from the high path
Of duty; by gentle watch o'er thee
When thou art sick or weary; and by still
And secret chastening of my own wild heart
In the dear presence of my God. Thine eye
Smiles on me while I promise; -'tis enough!