
HYMN TO THE FLOWERS. 
And from its darkening shadow floats 
A gush of trembling notes, 
Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of May; 
The tresses of the woods 
With the light dallying of the west wind play; 
And the full brimming floods, 
As gladly to their goal they run 
Hail the returning sun. 
Hom to the Flotuers. 
Horace Sinith. 
AY stars! that ope your eyes with morn to twinkle 
From rainbow galaxies of earth’s creation, 
And dew drops on her lovely altars sprinkle 
As a libation ! 
Ye matin worshippers! who, bending lowly 
Before the uprisen sun, God’s lidless eye, 
Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy 
Incense on high ! 
Ye bright mosaics! that with storied beauty 
The floor of nature’s temple tessellate, 
What numerous emblems of instructive duty 
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Your forms create ! 





