WILD FLOWERS. 69 
Religion in Flowers. 
These is Religion in a flower; 
Its still small voice is as the voice of conscience : 
Mountains and oceans, planets, suns, and systems, 
Bear not the impress of almighty power 
In characters more legible than those 
Which he has written on the tiniest flower, 
Whose light bell bends beneath the dew-drop’s 
weight. 
Earth Stars. 
Ye are the stars of earth,—and dear to me 
Is each small twinkling gem that wanders free 
’Mid glade or woodland, or by murm’ring stream, 
For ye to me are more than sweet or fair, 
I love ye for the mem’ries that ye bear 
Of by-gone hours whose bliss was but a dream. 
