THE BOUQUET. 



FLOWERING REED. 
CANNA AUGUSTIFOLIA. 
Confidence in Heaven. 
SHOULD sorrow o’er thy brow 
Its darkened shadow fling, 
And hopes, that cheer thee now, 
Die in their early spring ; 
Should pleasure, at its birth, 
Fade like the hues of even, 
Turn thou away from earth, 
There ’s rest for thee in heaven. 
If ever life should seem 
To thee a toilsome way, 
And gladness cease to beam 
Upon its clouded day ; — 
If, like the weary dove, - 
O’er shoreless ocean driven, 
Raise thou thine eyes above, 
There ’s rest for thee in heaven. 
But, O, if thornless flowers 
Throughout thy pathway bloom, 
And gayly fleet the hours, 
Unstained by earthly gloom ;— 























