



44 THE POELRY OF FLOWERS. 
On the rich depths olny inwoven maze 3 
rom tie sreen banks of Eden’s blessed streams 
I dream’d thee brought, of brighter days to tell, 
eae pass’d, but proeticed yet with us to dwell. 
———_>-——- 
BRING FLOWERS. 
MRS. HEMANS. 
Brine flowers, young flowers, for the festal board, 
T’o wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour’d; 
Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and 
vale, 
Their breath floats out on the southern gale 
And the touch of the sunbeam hath waked the 
rose, 
To deck the hall where the bright wine flows. 
Bring flowers to strew in the conqueror’s path— 
He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath! 
He comes with the spoils of nations back, 
ihe vines he crush’d in his chariot’s track, 
The turf looks red where he won the day— 
Bring flowers to die in the conqueror’s way ! 
‘ flowers to the captive’s lonely cell, 
have tales of the j oe woods to tel}; 
s, and ie glo ywing sky 









