SONG OF THE FLOWERS. A child was in the garden gay, He loved the flowers; to him they grew Earth is a pleasant home for us, We live beneath this sunny sky, Let us unfold to him sweet thoughts, And so fulfil his destiny, Before like us he fade and die. The queen-like Rose shall teach him love; For unto all she sends Her beauty, color, fragrance, forth Alike to foes and friends; And thus his kindly deeds must bless All in his path with happiness. Of time, so quickly passing, speaks The everlasting Amaranth, The two so linked but by a breath, The Lily's leaves of spotless white, Is like an angel's wing, And Mignionette, the darling flower, And thus may his affections rest, We are a book of many leaves, All those who seekto learn of us, We humbly teach, and teaching, bless. * |