120 WILD FLO WEES. 



Knowing that 



* * . By the breath of flowers 



God calleth us from its throngs and cares 



Back to the woods, the birds, the mountain streams, 



That sing of Him back to free childhood's heart, 



Fresh with the dews of tenderness ;"* 



and there, instead of acting, 



" Like babes that pluck an early bud apart 

 To know the dainty colour of its heart ;"f 



we will learn to amplify our hearts, till taking in 

 the vastness of our human brotherhood they rise 

 with trustfully confident humility to the Father of 

 both them and us, and so we will learn that 



" Spite of all this eager strife, 

 The ceaseless play, the genuine life, 



That serves the stedfast hours, 

 Is in the grass beneath that grows 

 Unheeded, and the mute repose 



Of sweetly breathing flowers." J 



We will say with pious and quaint old George 

 Herbert 



"These are Thy wonders, Lord of Love ! 



To make us see we are but flowers that glide, 

 Which when we once can find, or prove, 

 Thou hast a garden for us where to bide, 

 Who would be more, 

 Swelling through store, 

 Forfeit their paradise by their pride ; " 



and we will learn 



* * "To look 



With reverent spirit, through Nature's book 



* Mrs. Hemans. f Thomas Hood. $ Wordsworth. 



