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Show For Uio nicitiijj. , FLOWERS; OF Nl'RING. BY ATJOU&TaV "JOYCE CUOCULUUN. Dninlv whim Wo'sonn, so snowily, nirily KodiluiR your whiUi beads abu'vu m I pass; Down from your rookiiiR-bouKtiti Uuttur-ii)fi Uuttur-ii)fi fiiiriiy Your wee tlowcr-maiitlea of wlutu to llu: Flowers of tin; plain where tho warm Summer Sum-mer sun fc.iun.-s, TlmL whirl with the breezes and smile to Uio noon; That cling to Ihu rocks 'neutli Din grand wavinp pines; Sweet nuns weaving prayers lo the waterfull's tune; Untoui'hud, uniof:uied by man's feeble art; ; From the world's toil and jar like God's day eet apart; Thou calmest tbu hca-t with the skill of Ihy love, And lcadelli the soul to His altar above. O ! plentcou3jewol ! God' handiwork showing, Decking brnw of 11m mountain and brnust of tho plain, fcfo varied in bcauiy, such odors bctowitlg, Eartli's greatct-t of arlista vio with Iliin in vain,! O ! puror Uitin" dew-drops and fairer than moon-rays ! . My heart knowelh not which it lovctli the besl, Gems of Iho meadow,. of boughs or of vino-F)rays, 9f Hut claspetli yn all in a IcnuVr caress, i Fond memories riao of tho days that are fled Bird-music, wave-murmurs, and bee1 overhead. So drowsily droning, my eyclidr. downfall Over dnmnii, waked ntpiin by the orioles t-aH. |