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POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE 
FIELD. 
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies, 
Bathed in soft airs and fed with dew, 
What more than magic in you lies 
To fill the heart’s fond view ? 
In childhood’s sports, companions gay ; 
In sorrow, on life’s downward way, 
How soothing !—in our last decay, 
Memorials prompt and true. 
Relics yo are of Eden’s bowers ; 
As pure, as fragrant, and as fair 
As when he crowned the sunshine hours 
Of happy wanderers there. 
Fall’n all beside—the world of life. 
How is it stained with fear and strife. 
In Reason’s world what storms are rife, 
. What passions range and glare! 
But cheerful and unchanged the while, 
Your first and perfect form ye show ! 
The same that won Eve’s matron smile 
In the world’s opening glow. 
The stars of heaven a course are taught 
Too high above our human thought; 
Ye may be found, if ye are sought, 
An as we gaze we know. 
