Far from thy native place, Strange eyes bend over thee; Wand'rer from sunlit height, I, too, an exile here; My home, like thine, above! Though seen through many a tear, Teach of the heights I love. In spirit we ascended these Alps... till we gathered . . . the wonderful Edelweiss (noblewhite), which alone blooms amid eternal snows. -ANNA M. HOWITT., EDELWEISS Fair white flower that often grows Where the searching wild wind blows. In a purer, higher air Thou so bravely bloomest, where Not another flower would dare, 'Mid the snows that round thee drift, May the lesson thou dost teach Search beneath the frozen snows Some great joy to bless you still, O tired soul who long hast lain, When the storms so wildly sweep, Lift your head, and brave the blast, And when thou at length art free, For this stern adversity. - MINNIE CURTIS WAIT. GRANDMOTHER'S FENNEL (Foeniculum) When I was a tiny bit of a girl In the country meeting-house, Where I expected to sit as still As a frightened little mouse, Perhaps I did not relish the feast Which the good old parson spread, I'm grandmother now, myself, you know, Who sits by my side in a city church With her feathers all in a curl, Will never know in her Greenaway gown As I tasted the fresh sweet "meetin' seed," FLAX FLOWERS (Linum) Blue as heaven, light as air, All their slender stems can bear; Nodding, swaying as they float, Each one like a restless boat. One would think they'd anchored there On their stems they tug and strain, If the winds that murmur sweet Surely their light keels could pass Trees and bushes growing low, Over the waves of bold sunshine, From Harper's Magazine. Copyright, 1888, by Harper & Brothers. Her eyes were as blue as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day. - LONGFELLOW. THE FLOWER-DE-LUCE (Iris) Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers Or solitary mere, Or where the sluggish meadow brook delivers Its waters to the weir! |