l6 FLOWERS OF THE FIELD AND FOREST. 



Having referred to this plant as our sweetest floral emblem of 

 nature's Haster, I cannot refrain from quoting a few stanzas from 

 Phoebe Gary's well known lines, " Resurgam," in which she for- 

 tifies her own heart, at the approach of death, by this hope which 

 nature in the early spring so brightly illuminates: 



Nature's sepulchre is breaking. 

 And the earth, her gloom forsaking, 

 Into life and light is waking. 



Oh, the weakness and the madness 

 Of a heart that holdeth sadness 

 When all else is light and gladness ! 



Shall not He who life supplieth 

 To the dead seed, where it lieth, 

 O^uicken also man, who dieth? 



Rise, my soul, then, from dejection, 

 See in nature the reflection 

 Of the dear Lord's resurrection. 



Let this promise leave thee never: 

 " If the might of death I sever, 

 Ye shall also live forever ! " 



