HYMN TO THE FLOWERS. 
439 
And from its darkening shadow floats 
A gush of trembling notes. 
Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May; 
The tresses of the woods 
With the light dallying of the west wind play; 
And the full brimming floods, 
As gladly to their goal they run 
Hail the returning sun. 
pm la % jflotom. 
Horace Smith. 
|A AY stars ! that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle 
From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation, 
And dew drops on her lovely altars sprinkle 
As a libation ! 
Ye matin worshippers ! who, bending lowly 
Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye, 
Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy 
Incense on high ! 
Ye bright mosaics ! that with storied beauty 
The floor of nature’s temple tessellate, 
W hat numerous emblems of instructive duty 
Your forms create ! 
