d his 
PORTRY OF FLOWERS. 125 
WILD FLOWERS. 
"Tis fair to see our cultured buds their shining 
tints unfold, 
In leaves that wear the sapphire’s hue, or mock the 
sunset’s gold; 
The lily’s grace, the rose’s blush, have drawn the 
admiring gaze, 
And won from many a minstrel harp the meed of 
song and praise; 
Oh ! they are meetforfestal hall, or beauty’s court- 
ly bowers, 
For those I love the wreath shall be, of wild and 
woodland flowers ! 
Bright clustering in the forest shades, or springing 
from the sod, 
As flung from Eden, forth they come, fresh from 
the hand of God ! 
No human care hath nurtured them : the wild wind 
passed by; 
They flourish in the sunshine gleam and tempest- 
clouded sky ; 
And oh ! like every gift that He, the bountiful hath 
given, 
Their treasures fall, alike to all, type of his pro- 
mised heaven ! 

