INTRODUCTORY VERSES. 11 



What brings the bright and shining leaf, 



The scarlet Poppy wears? 

 A consolation for our grief, 



A solace for our cares ; 

 The ancients wreathed the brows of sleep, 



With the rich Poppy flowers, 

 For slumber dries the eyes that weep, 



And pictures happier hours ; 

 And in its scarlet blossom rests 



A healing balm for wounded breasts. 



Yes flowers have tones God gave to each 



A language of its own, 

 And bade the simple blossom teach 



Where'er its seeds are sown ; 

 His voice is on the mountain's height 



And by the river's side, 

 Where flowers blush in glowing light, 



In Lowliness, or Pride; 

 We feel, o'er all the blooming sod, 

 It is the language of our God. 



Ho spreads the earth an open book 



In characters of life, 

 All where the human eye doth look 



Seems with his glory rife; 

 He paints upon the burning sky 



In every gleaming star, 

 The wonder of his nomes on high, 



Shining to faith afar; 



