WILD CLEMATIS. 



But within her look a blessing beamed : 



Meek I grew before it : was it just ? 

 Was I worthy this pure light that streamed ?■ 



Such approval, and such love and trust ? 



Half the flowers I carried in my hands, 



Lightly in her pretty arms I laid : 

 Silent, but as one who understands, 



Clasped them close the rosy little maid.. 



Fair behind the honeysuckle spray 



Shone her innocent, delightful face! 

 Then I rose and slowly went my way, 



Left her standing, lighting all the place. 



While her golden look stole after me, 



Lovelier bloomed the violets where I trod r 



More divine earth's beauty seemed to be, 

 " Through His garden visibly walked God." 



Celia Thaxter- 



