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CANADIAN HORTICULTURIST. 





HoRTICULTURIiT. 



HOPE. 



BY GRANDMA OOWAS, MOUNT ROYAL VALB, MONTRBAL, P.Q. 



/ hear the north wind sigh, and say, 

 Soon I'll bring frost and snow. 



I bid farewell to 'my flowers to-day, 

 Sweet treasures ! must you go. 



I may not see you here again, 



And ere my roses bloom. 

 Kind hearts, ivhose love shall never ivane 



May plant thee near my tomb. 



Flowers lovelier than mortal thing ! 



I'd sleep, if thou ivert near ; 

 And all around thy fragrance Jiing, 



And drop a crystal tear^ 



What's loved, in life ; may it be given 



(If humble the request) 

 To roam 'mongst flowers in the fields of heaven, 



With garlands for the blest ! 



Garlands, to hang on the harps of gold 

 Of my loves ones lost, and found. 



Now safe within the Shepherd's fold,, 

 Where joy and peace abound. 



Sweet sadness leads me to the throne. 



My aching heart to still. 

 To make my mute petitions known. 

 And hear His kind " / will." 



Oh tiappy hope ! througJt endless years, 



I'll sing again their lullaby. 

 For God will change my sighs and tears 



Into a deathless melody ! 

 Deoembkr, 1887. 



