MORAL OF FLOWERS. 71 
That serves the steadfast hours. 
Is in the grass beneath tliat grows 
Unheeded, and the mute repose 
Of sweetly breathing flowers.”— Wordsworth. 
Will the cold-hearted cynic smile, and will 
the sneering sceptic make a mockery of our 
words when we repeat this touching lesson?— 
“God loveth all his creatures, 
Doth bless them hour by hour; 
Then will He not of man take heed. 
Who so much beauty hath decreed 
Unto the way-side flower?”—M aryHowitt. 
Perchance they may do so, but, oh ! we shall 
love ye none the less ;—none the less shall we 
strive to express the feelings of gratitude, and 
associations of pleasure, wherewith ye are so 
intimately blended, exclaiming :— 
“ 0! if earth’s ruined wilderness afford 
So many flowers, breathing of love divine, 
How gloriously that promised land must shine 
That waits the followers of earth’s mighty Lord !”— 
Mrs. Richardson. 
Fair spirits are ye—ministering angels ! 
A writer, who has drunk deeply from the 
well of inspiration, says :— 
