The Origin of Night-blowing Flowers. ANON. Long ceased had the blackbird's evening hymn, And hushed each noisy sound, that could mar Through which the thickly-falling dews And by a breeze so balmy and bland These slumbering flowers were gently fanned, That a forward bud which sunbeams had nursed The livelong day, but had not burst Yet into life when evening fell, Now felt its leaves begin to swell, Till at last it bloomed, a childlike flower Born at the still of evening's hour. And it opened its eyes to mark the spot, Which nature had destined to be its lot; And it looked around on each kindred flower, And the mild breeze kissed it, and it drew But morn arose - and light came in, And brighter flowers their charms display, As when it awoke to birth and joy, With no light to dazzle, nor noise to annoy. Ye are not missed, fair Flowers. MRS. HEMANS. Ye are not missed, fair flowers, that late were spreading The summer's glow by fount and breezy grot; Still plays the sparkle o'er the rippling water, There is no sorrow in the wind's low tone. And thou, meek hyacinth! afar is roving The bee, that oft thy trembling bells hath kissed; Cradled ye were, fair flowers! 'midst all things loving, A joy to all-yet, yet, ye are not missed! Ye, that were born to lend the sunbeam gladness, And the winds fragrance, wandering where they list! O, it were breathing words too deep in sadness, To say-earth's human flowers not more are missed. All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades Like the fair flower dishevelled in the wind. COWPER. SENTIMENTS. The gentian 's an emblem of virgin pride, And the aster, of beauty retired;' The blue-bells, that bloom sweetly in val.eys un seen, For constancy 's often admired. The 'forget-me-not pleads with eloquent looks,' Her love is ever constant and true, And I love to roam o'er the sweet sunny banks, Where the violets of modesty grew. The holly comes forth with its tokens of bliss, The lupines in sorrow and sadness pass on, But the lilac presents something new. The ivy speaks loud of connubial love; The marygold plants jealousy there;. The moss and the woodbine unitedly show The ash in its grandeur stands forth to our view, THE GARDEN DAISY. LEYDEN. Star of the mead! sweet daughter of the day, crowned, And fays forsook the purer fields above, |