SIVOW-DROP. 66 



Search the hill, the dale, the lawn, 



To behold the snow-drop white 



Start to light. 



And shine in Flora's desert bowers, 



Beneath the vernal dawn. 



The Morning Star of Flowers ! 



O welcome to our isle, 



Thou Messenger of peace ! 



At whose bewitching smile 



The embattled tempests cease; 



Emblem of Innocence and Truth ! 



First-born of Nature's womb, 



When strong in renovated youth. 



She bursts from Winter's tomb ; 



Ti y parent's eye hath shed 



A precious dew-drop on thine head, 



Frail as a mother's tear 



Upon her infant's face, 



When ardent hope to tender fear. 



And anxious love, gives place. 



But lo ! the dew-drop flits away. 



The sun salutes thee with a ray 



Warm as a mother's kiss. 



Upon her infant's cheek. 



When the heart bounds with bliss, 



And joy that cannot speak ! 



— When I meet thee by the way. 



Like a pretty, sportive child. 



On the winter-wasted wild, 



