Lobelia. Class 5. — Order 1. 
This is a beautiful flower, growing wild by our brooks 
and ditches. Flowers are a rich scarlet. 
Heaven grant thee, friend, a high soft star to be, 
Calm, still and bright, to trace thy way in heaven, 
And shed thy light o’er life’s tempestuous sea, 
Where human hearts, like fragile barks, are driven 
’Mid rocks and hidden shoals; 
A'soul ’mid glorious souls — 
A small pure star within the glittering band 
That high above the clouds, undimmed and grand 
In placid beauty, rolls, 
To herald on the weary to the land 
Where all is rest and peace ; to guide the way 
To heaven’s unclouded day! 
