VI A PREFACE OF MOTTOES. 



Than when we with attention look 

 Upon the third day of the book ? 

 If we could open and intend our eye, 

 We all, like Moses, should espy 

 Ev'n in a bush, the radiant Deity ! 

 But we despise these, His inferior ways, 

 Tho' no less full of miracle and praise, 

 Upon the stars of Heaven we gaze, 

 The stars of earth no wonder in us raise." 



COWLEY. 



" Oh ! to what uses shall we put 



The wild-weed flower that simply blows ? 

 And is there any moral shut 



Within the bosom of a rose ? 

 But any man that walks the mead, 



In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find, 

 According as his humours lead, 

 A meaning suited to his mind." 



TENNYSON. 



" Small service, is true service, while it lasts 



Of humblest friends, bright creature, scorn not one. 

 The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, 



Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun." 



WORDSWORTH. 



" There is religion in a flower, 

 The still small voice is as the voice of conscience : 

 Mountains and oceans, planets, suns, and systems, 

 Bear not the impress of Almighty power, 

 In characters more legible, than those 

 Which he hath written on the tiniest flower, 

 Whose light bells bend beneath the dew-drop's weight." 



BELL. 



" To me, the meanest flower that, blows, can give 

 Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." 



WORDSWORTH. 



