106 WILD FLOWERS. 
Can harm the little orphan flower, 
Which God hath set in this lone hour. 
That mighty Hand which placed on high 
The glittering stars that stud the sky; 
And those—the seven fair isles of light, 
So purely, spiritually, bright, 
Which shine, as if mor care nor sin 
Could find a place their realms within. 
That mighty Hand has placed me here, 
Child of the pale descending year, 
Witness, that neither sleet nor rain, 
Nor stem winds eddying o’er the plain, 
Can harm the little orphan flower, 
Sustain’d in weakness by His power. 
The Use of Flowers. 
God might have bade the earth bring forth 
Enough for great and small, 
The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, 
Without a flower at all. 
