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Within the garden's cultured round,
It shares the sweet carnation's bed;
And blooms on consecrated ground
In honor of the dead.

The lambkin crops its crimson gem,
The wild-bee murmurs on its breast,
The blue-fly bends its pensile stem
Light o'er the skylark's nest.

'Tis Flora's page; in every place,
In every season, fresh and fair,
It opens with perennial grace,
And blossoms everywhere.

On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
Its humble buds unheeded rise;
The rose has but a summer reign,
The daisy never dies.

MONTGOMERY.

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Do THE YELLOW VIOLET. From

Its geechen buds begin to swell, 'Tis thus, 'ods the blue-bird's warble know, And fed i violet's modest bell This heart, n? the last year's leaves below.

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With love's ds their green resume,

I love, in forest bare,

To meet thee, when thy faint perfume
Alone is in the virgin air.

Of all her train, the hands of Spring
First plant thee in the watery mould,
And I have seen thee blossoming

Beside the snow-bank's edges cold.
Thy parent sun, who bade thee view

Pale skies, and chilling moisture sip, Has bathed thee in his own bright hue, And streaked with jet thy glowing lip. Yet slight thy form, and low thy seat,

And earthward bent thy gentle eye, Unapt the passing view to meet,

When loftier flowers are flaunting high. Oft, in the sunless April day,

Thy early smile has met my walk, But, 'midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk.

So they, who climb to wealth, forget

The friends in darker fortunes tried ; I copied them, but I regret

That I should ape the ways of pride. And when again the genial hour

Awakes the painted tribes of light, I'll not o'erlook the modest flower

That made the woods of April bright.

BRYANT.

TO THE WIND-FLOWER.

Thou lookest up with meek, confiding eye
Upon the clouded smile of April's face;
Unharmed, though winter stands uncertain by,
Eyeing, with jealous glance, each opening grace.
Thou trustest wisely! in thy faith arrayed,
More glorious thou than Israel's wisest king.
Such faith was his, whom men to death betrayed,
As thine, who hear'st the timid voice of spring,
While other flowers still hide them from her call.
Along the river's brink and meadows bare,
Thee will I seek, beside the stony wall,
And in thy trust with childlike heart would share,
O'erjoyed, that, in thy early leaves, I find
A lesson taught by Him, who loved all human kind.

VERY.

HOLY INFLUENCE OF NATURE.*

NATURE never did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed

With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk ;
And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee; and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies ; oh! then,
If solitude, or pain, or grief, or fear,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember these.

WORDSWORTH.

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NATURE'S TEACHINGS.

Dear babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,
Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm,
Fill up the interspersed vacancies
And momentary pauses of the thought !
My babe, so beautiful! it thrills

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With tender gladness thus to look at thee,
And think that thou shalt learn far other lore,
And in far other scenes! For I was reared
In the great city, pent 'mid cloisters dim,
And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars.
But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze,
By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags
Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds,
Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
And mountain crags ; so shalt thou see and hear
The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
Of that eternal language, which thy God
Utters, who from eternity doth teach
Himself in all, and all things in Himself.
Great universal Teacher! He shall mould
Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With

greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eavedrops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the shining moon.

COLERIDGE.

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