82 MOEAL OF FLOWERS. 
Our outward life requires them not, 
Then wherefore had they birth ?— 
To minister delight to man, 
To beautify the earth ; 
To whisper hope—to comfort man 
Whene’er his faith is dim; 
For whoso careth for the flowers 
Will care much more for him ! 
TO A FLOWER. 
BY BARRY CORNJTALL. 
Dawn, gentle flower. 
From the morning earth ! 
W^e will gaze and wonder 
At thy wondrous birth ! 
Bloom, gentle flower! 
Lover of the light. 
Sought by wind and shower. 
Fondled by the night! 
