



136 POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
On the wall the sunbeam stealeth; gaily hum the 
laden bees ; 
And the light wind stirs the blossoms in the fra. 
grant lilac-trees ; 
Loudly sings the lark, butbreaks not that immove- 
able repose, 
For the bride has met the bridegroom—Death has 
brought the golden rose. 
MAY FLOWERS. 
SwEeEt flowers every one ! 
Ye put it in my mind to offer up 
A thankful prayer to Him who fills my cup, 
And sendeth beauty with the summer’s sun. 
Thought wanders joyful while your sunny bloom 
And odours sweet enrich the passing hours; 
Thought which forbids an anchoritish gloom, 
And giows with beauty not unlike the flowers. 
A welcome waits you through this land of ours} 
In southern vales or Scotia’s wilder glen: 
Where’er your glories fall in golden showers, 
A welcome waits ye in the hearts of MEN ! 
For ‘ souls are ripened,’ even while ye fly 
The howling storm beneath ‘ our northern sky.’ 

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