THE VOICES OF FLOWERS. 



&quot;Blessed be God for flowers, 

 For the bright, gentle, holy thoughts that breathe 

 From out their odorous beauty, like a wreath 

 Of sunshine on life s hours.&quot; 



THE WANDERINGS OF FLOWERS TENACITY OF LIFE HELP TO FORM SOILS 



FROM ROCKS TRAVELLING SEEDS THE POLLEN MYSTERIES OF FRA 

 GRANCE AND COLOR. 



IIEKE are voices that are eloquent though 

 they utter no sounds. There are beauti- 

 ful faces that speak of innocence and 

 love with looks which affect our hearts 

 more rapidly through our eyes than could words 

 however skilfully presented. And on the faces 

 of little flowers how plainly can we read 

 thoughts of beauty, of modesty, and of design, 

 which the longest description would fail to 

 picture to our minds as faithfully as does one 

 short vision ! A beautifully-carved image has 

 neither soul nor mind; yet how eloquently it may speak 

 of the sculptor s design and of his thoughts of beauty ! 

 Every little flower is a word in the wide-spread language of 



flowers, every fruit a sentence, every sprig of moss and blade 



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