Flowers. Anonymous. THERE are flowers rouud about me THERE As I sit beneath the lime; Sweet lowly things are breathing The breath of olden time. They look so kindly upward, I greet them as my friends; And my mind to each small blossom That, as if to living creatures, Go forth, my little daughter, The Daisies, see how gayly The Blue-bell-when I see it, My thoughts fly back once more, To a pine-wood, whose recesses With its bloom were purpled o'er. Go forth, dear child, and pluck them, To me they bring remembrance They have sprung in joyous beauty When all was dead and dreary, They have brought their new-born mirth. FLOWERS. Their stems are weak and fragile, That death is not our end. Not more of love than wisdom On every leaf is written A sweet consoling thought; The hope of life upspringing From death, by them is brought. My child, my happy darling, Go forth, thou blessed being, And bring thy sweet spoils here, I need no other token Than thy fair and happy face, Through which on me are beaming God's mercy and God's grace. 35 Blue Flowers. Caroline Eustis. OU ask what flowers I love the best, γου When Spring calls forth her pretty train, And, each in cheerful garments dressed, She sends them forth o'er hill and plain. Give me blue flowers To grace my bowers, The perfect color-heaven's own blue; Sweet violet, In emerald set, And glistening with the fragrant dew; With downcast look, The modest harebell's fairy form I love to see, Where, lovely, she Doth bend her head to meet the storm. BLUE FLOWERS. Blue flowers!-Oh give me fair blue flowers! To heaven they turn Their opening eyes at break of day ; On each fair head, A blessing on them where they lay; For flowers so sweet, A portion of her glory bright. Oh thus may we Be clothed upon with robes of light! 37 |