WILD FLOWERS. 91 
That blessing remaineth upon them still, 
Though often the storm-cloud lowers, 
And frequent tempests may soil and chill 
The gayest of earth’s flowers. 
When Sin and Death, with their sister Grief, 
Made a home in the hearts of men, 
The blessing of God on each tender leaf 
Preserved in their beauty then— 
The bright, bright flowers! 
The lily is lovely as when it slept 
On the waters of Eden’s lake; 
The woodbine breathes sweetly as when he crept 
In Eden from brake to brake. 
They were left as the proof of the loveliness 
Of Adam and Eve’s first home: 
They are here as a type of the joys that Hess 
The just in the world to come— 
The bright, bright flowers! 
