LANGUAGEOFFLOWERS.
7'0THESMALLCELANDINE.
PANSIES,Lilies,King-cups,Daisies,
Letthemliveupon
their
praises ;
'
Long
asthere'sasunthat
sets,
Primroseswillhavetheir
glory
;
Long
asthereareViolets,
They
willhavea
place
in
story ;
There'saflowerthatshallbemine,
"TisthelittleCelandine.
Erealeafisonthe
bush,
Inthetimebeforethethrush
Hasa
thoughtabouther
nest,
Thouwiltcomewithhalfa
call,
Spreading
outthyglossybreast
Likeacareless
prodigal ;
Telling
talesaboutthe
sun,
Whenwe'velittlewarmth,ornone.
Comforthavethouofthymerit,
Kindlyunassuming spirit
!
Carelessofthyneighbourhood,
Thoudostshow
thypleasantface
Onthemoor,andinthewood,
Inthelane there'snota
place,
Howsoevermeanit
be,
But'tisgoodenough
forthee.
Illbefalltheyellowflowers,
Childrenofthe
flaringhours !
Buttercupsthatwillbe
seen,
Whetherwewillseeorno;
Others,too,of
loftymien,
They
havedoneas
worldlingsdo,
Taken
praise
thatshouldbe
thine,
Little,humbleCelandine !
Prophet
of
delightandmirth,
111
requiteduponearth
;
Heraldofa
mightyband,
Ofa
joyous
train
ensuing,
Servingatmy
heart's
command,
Tasksthatarenotasks
renewing ;
1will
sing,asdoth
behove,
Hymns
in
praiseofwhatIlove !
WORDSWORTH.
TOBLOSSOMS.
FAIR
pledgesofafruitful
tree,
Whydo
ye
fallsolast?
Yourdateisnotso
past,
Butyoumaystayyethereawhile
Toblushand
gentlysmile,
Andgoatlast.
What,wereyouborntobe.
Anhourorhalfs
delight,
Andsotobid
good-night
?
'TwaspityNaturebroughtyeforth,
Merely
toshowyourworth
Andloseyouquite.
Butyou
are
lovelyleaves,wherewe
Mayread,howsoon
things
have
Theirend,though
ne'ersobrave :
Andaftertheyhaveshowntheir
pride.
Like
you,awhile,theyglide
Intothegrave.
HERRICK.