AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 195 
You say that my heart is a riddle to you; — 
Do you take enough interest in it, 
To find out its meaning?—for oh! if you do, 
As your proper reward, you shall win it! 
F. S. 0. 
RETURN OF HAPPINESS. 
LILY OF THE VALLEY. 
Sweet flower o’ the valley, wi’ blossoms of snow, 
And green leaves that turn the cauld blast frae their stems; 
Bright emblem o’ innocence, thy beauties I lo’e, 
Aboon the king’s coronet circled wi’ gems! 
There’s no tinsel about thee, to make thee mair bright, 
Sweet lily! thy loveliness a’ is thine ain, 
And thy bonnie bells, danglin’ sae pure and sae light, 
Proclaim thee the fairest o’ Flora’s bright train. 
This lowly plant loves the shelter of the hollow valleys, the 
shade of oaks, or the cool banks of streams. 
The lily, screened from every ruder gale, 
Courts not the cultured spot where roses spring. 
Ogilvxe. 
In the earliest days of May its snowy flowers expand them¬ 
selves, and scatter their perfume in the air. Barton says: — 
The lily, whose sweet beauties seem 
As if they must be sought. 
And Thomson gives us a glimpse of a “ fair and bonnie spot,” 
; where fairies might hold their revels: — 
