250 SOXOS AXD CHOBUS OF THE FLOWEBS. 



Grossest hand can test us , 

 Fools may prize us never: 

 Yet we rise, and rise, and rise marvels sweet 

 for ever. 



Who shall say that flowers 

 Dress not heaven's own bowers ! 



Who its love, without us, can fancy or sweet 



floor? 



Who shall even dare 

 To say we sprang not there 



And came not down that Love might bring one 



, piece of heaven the more ? 



O ! pray believe that angels 

 From those blue dominions, 



Brought us in their white laps down, 'twixt their 

 golden pinions. 



