There is no substantive evidence that Mark Twain crafted this metaphor. Poems with this symbolism are following a well-trodden flower-filled path. Please be careful. – Garson O’Toole (The Quote Investigator), Forgiveness Is the Fragrance the
The angels are so enamoured of the language that is spoken in heaven, that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether there be any who understand it or not. – Ralph Waldo Emerson