POETRY OF FLOWERS. 41 
Thy resting-place it still shall be, 
Should grief or care assail thee ; 
And when thy summer-friends all flee, 
This refuge ne’er shall fail thee. 
Thy memory, fondly there enshrined, 
The dews of thought shall nourish ; 
And from the dross of earth refined, 
The plant of love shall flourish. 
BINDWEED; CONVOLVULUS. 
Convolvulus . Class 5 ; Order 1 . 
HUMILITY.—NIGHT. 
Like thy Saviour, maid, thou art— 
Humble, lowly, meek of heart; 
Fairest of the flowers of earth, 
Yet unconscious of thy worth. 
Ever thus pursue thy way, 
Ever thus thy Lord obey; 
Dearest of all charms to me 
Is thy sweet humility. 
“ The night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,” 
Never had a move beautiful emblem of its 
majestic loveliness assigned to it than when the 
