MORAL OF FLOWERS. 77 



** 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. 



'* 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. 



" 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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