and holdeth up the spheres, formed also tlie smallest 
weed we trample on. 
What, though the glorious sun, enthroned on high, 
May more conspicuously a lesson teachj 
Or moon, or stars, wliich gem the midnight sky, 
A yet more touching homily may preach j 
As day to day still added knowledge shows, 
Far lowlier objects to the heart may reach. 
And Wisdom purest precepts may disclose, 
Culled from the Lily’s bloom, or gathered from the Rose. 
Baeton. 
We are to apt to disregard those plants which are 
common to our sight; but surely what God did not 
think beneath him to create, it becomes man to 
investigate. 
Besides bearing the impress of God’s mercy and 
power, many other truths are written on “ hills and 
fields,” and one way of deciphering these mysterious 
characters is to consider the individual flowers as 
emhlems of particular sentiments. 
There is a lesson in each flower, 
A story in each stream and bower; 
On every herb on which you tread 
Are written words which, rightly read, 
Will lead you from earth’s fragrant sod 
To hope, and holiness, and God! 
Allan Cunningham. 
