MORAL FLOWERS. 



He who had blindly trod the maze 



Of learning and of power, 

 Stood watching with awakened gaze 



The opening of a flower ! 



He traced the powers of sun and dew 

 The light the breath that fanned ; 



And owned at length, to nature true, 

 His great Creator's hand. 



Great God ! with pure and wise design, 



Still, still 'mid all we see, 

 Thou blendest thus some mystic sign 



Some voice which breathes of Thee ! 



WARD'S MISCELLANY 



THE USE OF FLOWERS. 



BY MART HOWITT. 



GOD might have bade the earth bring forth 



Enough for great and small, 

 The oak-tree, and the cedar-tree, 



Without a flower at all. 



