36 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



a withering frown, and see if it is not possible 

 to repel her advances.&quot; 



That night there came an early frost. The 

 splendid robes of the Dahlia were ruined by 

 its chilling touch. She hung her head in bit 

 terness, and was ashamed to be seen. 



But the little pale-cheeked Verbena, whom 

 she had so long despised, looked meekly up, 

 and spoke kind and cheering words. It had 

 been sheltered from the frost by the drapery 

 of its proud neighbor. 



Forgetting the disdainful demeanor of the 

 Dahlia, it tenderly ministered to its sorrows, 

 and sent up its sweetest perfumes, to cheer 

 her, like a cloud of incense. 



And as I bent down, admiring its sympathy, 

 there seemed to come from its meek example, 

 a gentle voice, &quot; Go thou and do likewise.&quot; 



