66 WILD FLOWERS. 
Wond’rous alike in all he tries, 
Could raise the Daisy’s purple hud J 
Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, 
Its fringed border nicely spin; 
And cut the gold-embossed gem 
That, set in silver, gleams within!— 
And fling it unrestrained and free, 
O’er hill and dale, and desert sod, 
That man where’er he walks, may see 
In every step the stamp of God 1 
Night-Scented Flowers. 
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 her grassy nest, 
And the honey-bee is gone; 
