34 DROPS PROM FLORA’S CUP. 
The Origin of Night-blowing Flowers. 
ANON. 
Long ceased had the blackbird's evening hymn, 
And daylight had melted to twilight dim, 
And hushed each noisy sound, that could mar 
The quiet scene — and but one bright star, 
Like a sentinel his watch was keeping 
O’er the still earth beneath him sleeping. 
Drooped had each flower, and sunk to rest, 
Close shrouded in its leafy vest, 
Through which the thickly-falling dews 
Would to its heart themselves infuse, 
And by a breeze so balmy and bland 
These slumbering flowers were gently fanned, 
That a forward bud which sunbeams had nursed 
The livelong day, but had not burst 
Tet into life when evening fell, 
Now felt its leaves begin to swell, 
Till at last it bloomed, a childlike flower 
Bom at the still of evening’s hour. 
And it opened its eyes to mark the spot, 
Which nature had destined to be its lot; 
And it looked around on each kindred flower, 
But no rival it found at such an hour; 
And it looked below, where the glowworm’s lamp 
Shone on the ground with dewdrops damp; 
And it looked above, where that lone star’s light 
Shone on the blue sky clear and bright, 
Till its spirit rejoiced in the quiet night; 
