moral of flowers. 77 
“ And dreams of home in a troubled tide 
Swept o’er his darkening eye, 
And he lay down by the fountain side, 
In his mute despair to die. 
“ But his glance was caught by the desert’s flower, 
The precious boon of Heaven ; 
And sudden hope, like a vernal shower, 
To his fainting heart was given. 
u Bor the bright flower spoke of one above ; 
Of the presence felt to brood 
With a spirit of pervading love, 
O'er the wildest solitude. 
:e Oh ! the seed was thrown those wastes among 
In a bless’d and gracious hour, 
For the lorn one rose in heart made strong, 
By the lonely, loneliest flower !” 
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