NIGHT-SCENTED FLOW EES. 
Call back your odors, lovely flowers, 
From the night-winds, call them back ; 
And fold your leaves till the laughing hours 
Come forth in the sunbeam’s track. 
The lark lies couched in his grassy nest, 
And the honey-bee is gone ; 
And all bright things are away to rest, 
Why watch ye here alone ? 
“Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom, 
When the stars give quiet light ; 
And let us olfer our faint perfume 
On the silent shrine of night. 
“ Call it not wasted, the scent we lend 
To the breeze, when no step is nigh ; 
Oh, thus forever the earth should send 
Her grateful breath on high ! 
“ And love us as emblems, night’s dewy flowers, 
Of hopes unto sorrows given, 
That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours. 
Looking alone to heaven.” 
MRS. HEMANS. 
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