5S LANGUAGE AND 
I’d leave the sunshine and parterre, and seek the 
woodland glade, 
To stretch me on the fragrant bed of bluebells in the 
shade. 
“ Let others cull the daffodil, the lily soft and fair, 
And deem the tulip’s gaudy cup most beautiful and 
rare ; 
But give to me, oh, give to me, the coronal that’s 
made 
Of ruby orchids mingled with the bluebells from the 
shade. 
“ The sunflower and the peony, the poppy bright and 
gay, 
Have no alluring charms for me: I’d fling them all 
away. 
Exotic bloom may fill the vase, or grace the high¬ 
born maid; 
But sweeter far to me than all are bluebells in the 
shade.” 
Eliza Cook. 
To me there’s a tone from the blue Bell-flower, 
With her blossoms so fresh when the storm is o’er, 
As she thanked the sun for his beams the while,— 
That flower has taught me to repay 
The friends who have cheered my stormy day, 
With a grateful brow and a sunny smile. 
Anon. 
