ORIGIN OF THE SNOW-DROP. 
No fading flowers in Eden grew, 
Nor Autumn’s withering spread 
Among the trees a browner hue, 
To shew the leaves were dead ; 
But through the groves and shady dells, 
Waving their bright immortal bells, 
Were amaranths and asphodels, 
Undying in a place that knew 
A golden age the whole year through. 
But when the angel’s fiery bands, 
Guarding the eastern gate, 
Told of a broken law's commands, 
And agonies that came too late ; 
With “longing, lingering” wish to stay, 
And many a fond but vain delay 
That could not wile her grief away, 
Eve wandered aimless o’er a world 
On which the wrath of God was hurled. 
