INTRODUCTION. 13 
And those small bells so lightly rayed 
With young Aurora’s rosy hue, 
Are to the noontide sun displayed, 
But shut their plaits against the dew. 
On upland slopes the shepherds mark 
The hour, when, as the dial true, 
Chiconium to the towering lark 
Lifts her soft eyes serenely blue. 
And thou ‘‘ wee crimson tipped flower,’’ 
Gatherest thy fringed mantle round 
Thy bosom at the closing hour, 
When night drops bathe the turfy ground. 
Unlike silené, who declines 
The garish noontide’s blazing light ; 
But when the evening crescent shines, 
Gives all her sweetness to the night. 
Thus in each flower and simple bell, 
That in our path untrodden lie, 
Are sweet remembrances, which tell 
How fast their winged moments fly. 
SMITH. 


