THE FRINGED ORCHIS. 
This flower is lovely to tlie siglit, 
As any 'flower can be, 
And yet ’tis not its beanty bright, 
WMcb makes it dear to me. 
It is because the one who gave 
The treasure to my band, 
Hath given bis frail form to tbe grave. 
And sought tbe better land. 
It is because be plucked it when 
He was so near to heaven, 
I almost fancied even then, 
’Twas by an angel given. 
