WILD FLOWERS. 11 
Ode to the Flowers. 
Day Stars ! that ope your eyes with man to twin¬ 
kle, 
From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation, 
And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle 
As a libation! 
Ye matin worshippers! who bending lowly 
Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye, 
Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy 
Incense on high! 
Ye bright mosaics! that with storied beauty 
The floor of nature’s temple tessellate, 
What numerous emblems of instinctive duty 
Your forms create! 
’Neath cloistered boughs, each floral bell that 
swingeth, 
And tolls its perfume on the passing air, 
Makes Sabbath in the fields that ever ringeth 
A call to prayer— 
