The Poetry of Flowers. 
“ Ye to yourselves suffice, 
Without its flatteries ; 
Self-contentedly approve you 
Unto Him who sits above you. 
‘ * In prayers that upward mount, 
Like to a sunned fount, 
And, in gushing back upon you, 
Bring the music they have won you 1 
“ In thanks for all the good 
By poets understood— 
For the sound of seraphs moving 
Through the hidden depths of loving ! 
“ For sights of things away, 
Through fissures of the clay— 
Promised things, which shall be given 
And sung ever up in heaven ! 
“ For life, so lonely vain, 
For death, which breaks the chain— 
For this sense of present sweetness, 
And this yearning to completeness ! 
EMBLEMS OF FLOWERS. 
BY BURNS. 
Adown winding Nith I did wander, 
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring ! 
Adown winding Nith I did wander, 
Of Phillis to muse and to sing. 
The Daisy amused my fond fancy, 
So artless, so simple, so wild ; 
Thou emblem, said I, o’ my Phillis, 
For she is simplicity’s child. 
