36 THE PUETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Ere a leaf is on a bush, 1 
In the time before the thrush 
Has a thought about her nest, 
Thou wilt come with half a call, 
Spreading out thy glossy breast 
Like a careless prodigal ; | 
Telling tales about.the sun, 
When we’ve little warmth, or none 



Comfort have thou of thy merit, 
Kindly unassuming Spirit ! 
Careless of thy neighbourhood, 
Thou dost show thy pleasant face 
On the moor, and in the wood, 
In the lane ;—there’s not a place, 
Howsoever mean it be,  Roond 
But ’tis good enough for thee. aa 
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Ill befall the yellow flowers, Heh 
Children of the flaring hours! uf] 
Butter-cups that will be seen, I'd 
Whether we will see or no; Tha 
Others, too, of lofty mien ; Ian 
They have done as worldlings de, Tg 
Taken praise that should be thine, 
Little, humble Celandine ! i 
Prophet of delight and mirth, Thay 
Ill requited upon earth; dd 
Herald of a mighty band, | Sould 
Of a joyous train ensuing, Grave ¢ 























































