























il 180 THE POEVRY OF FLOWERS. : 
| “In 
| My | *‘ What glory then for me, iS 
| In such a company ? thar 
i Roses plenty, roses plenty, Sil 
VM And one nightingale for twenty ! ia 
ii} tt 
i ‘* Nay, let me in,”’ said she, ei 
| ‘¢ Before the rest are free, Th ‘ 
In my loneness, in my Ionenesa, ( e 
All the fairer for that oneness. a: 
‘* For I would lonely stand, iy 
Uplifting my white hand, Mil 
On a mission, on a mission, hen 
To declare the coming vision. With 
‘¢ See mine, a holy heart, “E 
To high ends set apart,— Jt 
All unmated, all unmated, Pinging 
Because so consecrated. Neve 
‘‘ Upon which lifted sign, “Th 
What worship will be mine ! Tor 
What addressing, what caressing, Singin 
| What thanks, and praise and blessing! Never 
iH || ‘** A wind-like joy will rush op 
qh Through every tree and bush, Sout 
| | | Bending sostly in affection, Inher 
And spontaneous benediction. 
