JDrops from Jlora’3 Cup 
THE SNOWDROP. 
The snowdrop rears its virgin head amid the storms of February, 
and comos as the first harbinger of milder seasons, breathing the voioe of 
consolation. Tlius boautifully speaks Montgomery : — 
Simple snowdrop ! then in thee 
All thy sister train I see: 
Every brilliant bud that blows, 
From the blue-bell to the rose; 
All the beauties that appear 
On the bosom of the year; 
All that wreathe the locks of Spring, 
Summer’s ardent breath perfume, 
Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, 
All to thee their tribute bring,— 
Exhale their incense at thy shrine, 
-Their hues, their odors all are thine! 
For while their humble form I view, 
The muse’s keen prophetic sight 
Brings fair Futurity to light, 
And Fancy’s magic makes the vision true. 
