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OLD SAXON FLOWERS. 
that not a Bell waved in the solitudes of the 
pathless dell, but.what had its own fair minister, for 
they were the first to discover 
“That there are more things in heaven and earth 
Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.” 
That the “ airy tongues which syllable men’s names,” 
sounding on lonely moors, and amid the silence 
of solemn forests, are invisible spirits, which linger 
about the earth, until the human heart becomes 
purified by Love—and a fitting habitation for them 
to dwell in. That as there is nothing in the 
ocean but what hath its representative on land, so 
is there no virtue upon earth but what is found 
in a purer form in heaven,—that Divine Love 
sends down its essence like a stream of light, and 
that all which prevents it from becoming in man 
what it is in the angels, is the perishable mortality 
in which we are clothed. 
The Descent of Spring -was ever beautiful, from 
the first moment that she planted her white feet 
upon the daisied green of April, -to when she 
stretched herself upon the couch of flowers, which 
had sprung up of their own accord that she might 
recline upon their sweetness. For her the leaves 
grow longer every day, that under their shade she 
may find shelter when the silver-footed showers 
descend. Her eyes are ever blue as her own April 
