BRING FLOWERS. 47 
Yes! He who made and fosters thee, 
In reason’s eye perforce must be 
Of majesty divine; 
Nor deems she that his guardian care 
Will he in man’s support forbear, 
Who thus provides for thine. 
—Field Naturalist’s Magazine. 
BRING FLOWERS. 
Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal 
board, 
To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour’d ; 
Bring flower? ! they are springing in wood 
and vale, 
Their breath floats out on the southern gale, 
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked 
the rose, 
To deck the hall where the bright wine 
flows. 
Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror’s 
path— 
He hath shaken thrones with his stormy 
wrath ! 
He comes with the spoils of nations back, 
The vines he crush’d in his chariot’s track, 
