THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
71 
I brood o’er my thoughts in the stillness of night; 
I cannot forget him —would not, if I might! 
’Tis the star that illumines my desolate way, 
And gives it the glory and brightness of day. 
CAMOMILE* 
(Energy in Adversity.) 
Onward ! Hath earth’s ceaseless change 
Trampled on thy heart? 
Faint not, for that restless range 
Soon will heal the smart. 
Trust the future—time will prove 
Earth hath stronger, truer love. 
* * * * 
Bless thy God, the heart is not 
An abandoned urn, 
Where, all lonely and forgot, 
Dust and ashes mourn; 
Bless Him, that His mercy brings 
Joy from out its withered things. 
* This plant has a white or yellow flower, and is much loved for its 
fragrance. 
