MORAL OF FLOWERS. 



(t And dreams of home in a troubled tide 



Swept o'er his darkening eye, 

 And he lay down by the fountain side, 



In his mute despair to die. 



tf But his glance was caught by the desert's flower, 



The precious boon of Heaven ; 

 And sudden hope, like a vernal shower, 



To his. fainting heart was given. 



tl For the bright flower spoke of one above ; 



Of the presence felt to brood 

 With a spirit of pervading love, 



O'er the wildest solitude. 



Oh ! the seed was thrown those wastes among 



In a bless'd and gracious hour, 

 For the lorn one rose in heart made strong, 



By the lonely, loneliest flower !" 



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