OR, LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 177 
And the Lord looked down from the highest heaven, 
And bless’d what he had made— 
The bright, bright flowers ! 
That blessing remnineth upon them still, 
Though often the storm-cloud lowers, 
And frequent tempests may soil and chill 
The gayest of earth’s flowers. 
When Sin and Death, with their sister Grief, 
Made a home of the hearts of men, 
The blessing of God on each tender leaf 
Preserved in their beauty then 
The bright, bright flowers! 
1 he Lily is lovely as when it slept 
On the waters of Eden’s lake, 
The Woodbine breathes sweetly as when it crept 
In Eden from brake to brake. 
They were left as proof of the loveliness 
Of Adam and Eve’s first home; 
They are here as a type of the joys that bless 
The first in the world to come— 
Ihe bright, bright flowers! 
COLERIDGE’S FLOWERY COT. 
When this great poet married, he re¬ 
tired with his wife to a cottage at Clevedon, 
