122 WOOD-SORREL FAMILY. 



itself; but also of giving far higher gratification to 

 the mind in association with thoughts of that Land 

 of Peace and Joy, where Flowers first bloomed; 

 and of their Creator's love in scattering them thus 

 freely over our Land of care and trial. 



Then, let us ever remember, whilst enjoying these 

 beautiful works, to bless their Creator, and his dear 

 Son who, when on earth, bade us " Consider the Lilies 



of the Field!" 



September Utk, 1853. 



" Your voiceless lips, oh Flowers ! are living preachers, 



Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, 

 Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers, 

 From loneliest nook. 



" Thou, Solomon! wert not, in all thy glory, 



Array' d," the lilies cry, " in robes like ours ; 

 How vain your grandeur ! oh, how transitory 



Are human flowers." 

 * * * * * 



Not useless are ye flowers, though made for pleasure, 



Blooming o'er field and wave by day and night, 

 From every source your sanction bids me treasure, 

 Harmless delight. 



Posthumous glories ! angel-like collection ! 



Upraised from seed or bulb, interred in earth, 

 Ye are to me a type of resurrection, 



And second birth. 



