The Fairyland of Flowers: A Popular Illustrated Botany

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Educational Publishing Company, 1890 - Botany - 220 pages
 

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Page 198 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 40 - THE VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 26 - JACK in the pulpit Preaches to-day Under the green trees Just over the way. Squirrel and song-sparrow High on their perch Hear the sweet lily-bells Ringing to church. Come, hear what his reverence Rises to say, In his low, painted pulpit This calm Sabbath day.
Page 91 - ... Thus should the pure and the lovely meet, Stainless with stainless, and sweet with sweet. White as those leaves, just blown apart, Are the folds of thy own young heart ; Guilty passion and cankering care Never have left their traces there. Artless one ! though thou gazest now O'er the white blossom with earnest brow, Soon will it tire thy childish eye ; Fair as it is, thou wilt throw it by. Throw it aside in thy weary hour, Throw to the ground the fair white flower ; Yet, as thy tender years...
Page 98 - Little white Lily Sat by a stone, Drooping and waiting Till the sun shone. Little white Lily Sunshine has fed ; Little white Lily Is lifting her head. Little white Lily Said, " It is good; Little white Lily's Clothing and food.
Page 40 - Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there.
Page 128 - THERE grew a little flower once, That blossomed in a day, And some said it would ever bloom, And some 'twould fade away ; And some said it was Happiness, And some said it was Spring, And some said it was Grief and Tears, And many such a thing ; But still the little flower bloomed, And still it lived and throve, And men do it call "Summer Growth," But angels call it " Love !
Page 153 - FORGET-ME-NOT. When to the flowers so beautiful, The Father gave a name, Back came a little blue-eyed one, All timidly it came. And standing at its father's feet, And gazing in his face, It said in low and trembling tones, And with a modest grace, " Dear God, the name thou gavest me, Alas, I have forgot.
Page 26 - Low singing bird voices, — These are his choirs. The violets are deacons I know by the sign That the cups which they carry Are purple with wine. And the columbines bravely As sentinels stand On the look-out with all their Red trumpets in hand. Meek-faced anemones, Drooping and sad ; Great yellow violets, Smiling out glad; Buttercups...
Page 168 - So delicate lavender glass she brought And the daintiest china ever bought, Purple tinted, and all complete ; And she filled each cup with honey sweet. '•• Dinner is ready ! " the spring wind cried ; And from hive and hiding far and wide, While the lilac laughed to see them come. The little gray-jacketed bees came hum-m ! They sipped the syrup from every cell, They nibbled at taffy and caramel ; Then, without being asked, they all buzzed, " We Will be very happy to stay to tea.

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