202 FLORA AND THALIA. 



Bring flowers to the shrine where we kneel in prayer, 

 They are Nature's offering, their place is there ! 

 They speak of hope to the fainting heart, 

 With a voice of promise they come and part; 

 They sleep in dust through the wintry hours, 

 They hreak forth in glory — bring flowers, bright 

 flowers ! 



MRS. HEMiAIfS. 



THE CELANDINE. 



Paxsies, Lilies, King-cups, Daisies, 

 Let them live upon their praises ; 



Long as there's a sun that sets. 

 Primroses will have their glory ; 



Long as there are Violets, 

 They will have a place in story : 



There's a flower which shall be mine, 



'Tis the little Celandine. 



Ere a leaf is on the bush, 

 In the time before the thrush 



Has a thought about its nest. 

 Thou wilt come with half a call, 



Spreading out thy glossy breast. 

 Like a careless prodigal, 



Telling tales about the sun, 



When there's little warmth, or none. 



