RETURN OF HAPPINESS. 
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The lily, screened from every ruder gale, 
Courts not the cultured spot where roses spring. 
OGILVIE. 
In the earliest days of May its snowy flow¬ 
ers expand themselves, and scatter their per¬ 
fume 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: 
Seek the bank where flowering elders crowd, 
Where, scattered wide, the lily of the vale 
Its balmy essence breathes, where cowslips hang 
The dewy head, where purple violets lurk. 
With all the lovely children of the shade. 
Wordsworth, who delights to wander ’mid 
the green and flowery fields, to explore the 
valley, or scale the mountain’s loftiest height, 
has not forgotten this sweet flower: 
That shy plant, — the lily of the vale, 
That loves the ground, and from the sun withholds 
Her pensive beauty, from the breeze her sweets. 
And at this season the nightingale quits 
our hedges and bushes, and seeks his consort 
in the depths of the forest, where the echo in 
the solitude answers to his voice. Guided 
by the perfume of the lily of the valley, this 
