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THE MORAL OF FLOWERS. 
brilliant enamelled white on the upper side, and green 
underneath,” and their starlike arrangement most pro¬ 
bably suggested the appellation by which it is known 
amongst us. 
Star of the earth ! whose very name awakes 
Memories that ne’er should sleep, but which too oft 
(O shame on thankless man ! ) 
In deep oblivion lie, 
I love thy modest charms, which not to earth 
Enchain the glance they woo; but rather seem 
To lead it back to heaven, 
And fix it ever there. 
Oh ! whilst I gaze thou breath’st a wondrous tale, 
Not of gay summer bird, or murmuring bee, 
Of sunshine and of shower, 
The flow’ret’s wonted theme. 
But how the opening heaven gave forth to view 
Its glorious inmates, who in chorus sang 
Glory to God on high. 
On earth good-will to men. 
