flfltom. 
H. W. Longfellow. 
QPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, 
^ One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, 
When lie called the flowers, so blue and golden, 
Stars that in earth’s firmament do shine. 
Stars they are, wherein we read our history, 
As astrologers and seers of eld ; 
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, 
Like the burning stars which they beheld. 
Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, 
Lod hath written in those flowers above ; 
But not less in the bright flowerets under us 
Stands the revelation of his love. 
Bright and glorious is that revelation, 
Written all over this great world of ours, 
Making evident our own creation, 
In these stars of earth—these golden flowers. 
