Identifier: cu31924067841605 (find matches)
Title: Flowers from sunlight and shade
Year: 1888 (1880s)
Authors: Skelding, Susie Barstow
Subjects: Flowers in literature
Publisher: New York, White, Stokes & Allen
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ings children pure and tender. O prophet flowers ! with lips of bloom. Outvying in your beautyThe pearly tints of ocean shells, Ye teach me faith and duty! Walk lifes dark ways, ye seem to say, With loves divine foreknowing,That where man sees but withered leaves,God sees sweet flowers growing. —Albert Leighton. THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. Flowers! when the Saviours calm, benignant eyeFell on your gentle beauty—When from youThat heavenly lesson from all hearts he drew, Eternal, universal as the sky— Then, in the bosom of your purity,A voice He set, as in a temple shrine. That lifes quick travellers neer might pass you by,Unwarnd of that sweet oracle divine. And though too oft its low, celestial sound By the harsh notes of work-day Care is drownd.And the loud steps of vain unlistening Haste, Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in thoughts hushd hour,Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced! —Mrs. Hemans. DAFFODILS AND NARCISSUS. M tlk t ,# /
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95 TO DAFFODILS. Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ;As yet the early rising Sun Has not attaind his noon.Stay, stay. Until the hasting dayHas run But to the even-song ;And, having prayd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ;As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.We die. As your hours do, and dryAway Like to the Summers rain ;Or as the pearls of mornings dew Neer to be found again. —R. Herrick. 96 THE DAFFODILS. I wanderd lonely as a cloud That floats on high oer vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way.They stretchd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay :Ten thousand saw I at a glanceTossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee :— A Poet coul

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