DROPS PROM PLORA’S CUP. 61 
BLESSED BE GOD FOR FLOWERS. 
Suggested by seeing my youngest child asleep, with wild flowers grasped 
in its hand. 
MRS. CHARLES TINSLEY. 
Blessed tie God for flowers! 
For the bright, gentle, holy thoughts, thatbreathe 
From out their odorous beauty, like a wreath 
Of sunshine on life’s hours! 
Lightly upon thine eye 
Hath fallen noontide sleep, my joyous bird: 
And thro’ thy parted lips the breath, scarce heard, 
Comes like a summer sigh. 
One rosy hand is thrown 
Beneath thy rosier cheek : the other holds 
A group of sweet field flowers, whose bloom un¬ 
folds 
A freshness like thine own. 
Around the fragrant prize, 
With eager grasp thy little fingers close : 
What are the dreams that haunt thy soft repose ? 
What radiance greets thine eyes ? 
For thou art smiling still; 
Art thou yet wandering in the .quiet woods, 
Plucking th’ expanded cups and bursting buds 
At thine unfettered will ? 
