FLOWERS. 25 
Come, while the lark its sweet anthem is singing, 
And the breath of the morn is freshened by showers: 
The voice of the thrush through the woodland is ringing, 
Come, little brother, let us gather some flowers. 
PRES MONG the diversified products of 
CE de dit "Creative Wisdom, there are perhaps 
4 { no more attractive objects than 
%5 VA. flowers, and none to which the 
“9 mind turns with greater pleasure. 
a See how lovely and beautiful they 
a P are in their multiplied forms and colors, and 
a how interesting and wonderful in their distri- 
"x bution and uses. Some are decked in colors 
°' so brilliant as to bid defiance to all imitation, 
or marked with tints so delicate as to set at naught 
the skill of the artist; while others, as emblems of 
perfect purity, are arrayed in vestures of snowy white- 
ness. 
Nature has scattered these beautiful objects with 
an unsparing hand over every portion of the globe; 
they smile in clusters among the decayed leaves of 
the wood, and the pasture-fields are dotted all over 
with their ever-varying hues. They rear their gay 
heads to the sun in gaudy profusion in the ever- 
glowing regions of the south, and peep out in modest 
loveliness from beneath the Arctic snows. 
There is something happy in the thought that the 
pleasure to be derived from flowers is open to the 
youngest, and the poorest of mankind ; they are gifts 
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