The Passion Flower. In valley lone, on mountain height, All in one common tale unite; All speak His love who died, that we Might live through all eternity. 35 ANNA EASTBURN. A BOUQUET. THE rich magnolia, High priestess of the flowers whose censer fills The air. MRS. SIGOURNEY. THE good old Passion Flower! It bringeth to thy mind The young days of the Christian Church, Dim ages left behind. MARY HOWITT. AMBITIOUS LOVE. AVE you been out some starry night, Till it became a friend. And, then, so loved that glistening spot, That, whether it were far It still was your own star. Thus and thus only can ye know Can live in love, though set so low, The meanest, lornest thing of all Oh, deep delight! the frail guitar She sings a song, she brought from far, Ambitious Love. Her voice is always as from heaven, Its music best, when thus 'tis given She has turned her tender eyes around And now I can go forth so proud And raise my head so tall, My heart within me beats so loud And musical withal. And there is summer all the while, How, should the universe not smile For though that smile can nothing more Than merest pity prove; Yet pity, it was sung of yore, Is not so far from love. Thus, without share in coin or land But well content to hold The wealth of nature in my hand, One flail of virgin gold, 37 My love above me like a sun, My own bright thoughts-my wings, One hour I own I dread-to die Of everlasting treasure, In that just world where each man's heart R. M. MILNES. THE GARDEN. How beautiful! a garden fair as heaven, The great Creator. Rock, and lake, and glade, GOETHE. THERE IS A SPELL IN EVERY FLOWER. HERE is a spell in every flower, And there is music in each breeze There's gladness too in everything, For everywhere comes on with spring And I my heart is full of joy, And gratitude is there, That He, who might my life destroy, Has yet vouchsafed to spare. |