But, O, thou slanderer false and vile! And thy craven soul shall wildly quake The indignant thrill like flame shall spread, For Freedom here is common guest, Then the land for me! the land for me! Where winter may come, where storms may rave, But the tyrant dare not bring his slave! M. HOWITT. The Ase of Flowers. GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have had no flowers. The ore within the mountain mine The clouds might give abundant rain, Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, Springing in valleys green and low, Our outward life requires them not-- To comfort man-to whisper hope, For who so careth for the flowers Buttercups and Daisies. BUTTERCUPS and Daisies- Spring up here and there. Ere the snow-drop peepeth; Somewhere on a sunny bank Somewhere 'mong the frozen grass Little hardy flowers Like to children poor, What to them is weather! Are these human flowers! Gave them likewise hardy strength, And patient hearts to bear. Welcome yellow Buttercups, Visioned a delight! Coming ere the spring-time Speaking to our hearts of Him The Wild Spring Crarus. АH, though it is an English Flower, But in our meadows it is growing, Like lilac-flame its colour glows, I love the odorous Hawthorn flower; That tremble to the faintest breeze; Are very dear to me! The Star-wort is a fairy flower; ; E |