THE TOETRT OF FL0W2RS. 
IK 
While incense, from your grateful hearts, 
Like prayer ascends to heaven; 
And kindly dew, and starry light,-' 
Are answering blessings given. 
“ Ask and ye shall receive,” you seem 
To whisper to my heart, 
And move me in your worshipping 
To take an active part. 
Sweet teachers ! ’tis an hour for prayer, 
When hush’d are sounds of mirth, 
And slumber rests his balmy wing 
Upon the weary earth: 
When all the ties that bind the soul 
To worldliness, are riven— 
Then heart-felt prayers, like loosen’ j birds 
Will wing their way to heaven. 
