WILD FLOWERS. 
6' 
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 offer 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.” 
The Blue II a re -Be 11, 
Have ye ever heard in the twilight dim, 
A low, soft strain, 
