PASQUE-FLOWER. 175 



Ah no ! whate'er reverse may prove, 

 'Tis mine, unchanging, still to love. 

 To love — but ! what mortal name 

 Can bind to earth the soaring flame 1 

 My Saviour, whom in Heaven, like Thee, 

 Or whom on earth, beloved may be ? 

 ! grant, that as, on punctual wing, 

 This gentle bird precedes the spring ; 

 As buds unfold, and flowers appear. 

 And beauty crowns the grateful year ; 

 So, constant at thy temple gate. 

 My soul renew'd may soaring wait. 

 And bear with grateful heart to heaven, 

 Each gift thy gracious hand has given. 



Smiling-, smiling to the changing skies of 

 April, sits the wild anemone, pre-eminent 

 among her sisters of the heath, associated 

 with the birds and wandering butterflies of 

 spring, and her welcome constellations, look- 

 ing down from amid the clouds, when all 

 seems dark on earth. But the sunbeams 



