BOTANY FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 127 



Though to earth our root be given, 

 Still we fix our view on heaven. 

 When the tides begin to rise, 

 Nearer we approach the skies. 

 How can waters overflow, 

 If the Lord support bestow ? 

 As the rolling floods retire 

 Slowly coils the living wire, 

 Still contracting while we sink 

 Far beneath the grassy brink, 

 All unmoved our heads can rest 

 On the streamlet's shallow breast ; 

 Lady how can we be dry, 

 If the Lord our need supply ? 



Favored flowret, from my heart, 

 Never may the lesson part ! 

 Ne'er shall threatening waves of wo, 

 O'er the humble Christian flow ; 

 God can bid the storm be still, 

 Or impart the needful skill, 

 In confiding strength to ride, 

 Buoyant o'er the furious tide. 

 Never shall the streams of grace 

 Fail in the appointed place, 

 While relying on His word, 

 Man undoubting trusts the Lord. 



E. Dr. Good, mentions a plant called the 

 Air Flower, from its curious habits. It is a 

 native of Java and the East Indies, beyond the 

 Ganges ; and in the latter region it is no uncom- 

 mon thing for the inhabitants to pluck it up on 



