Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume XIII, Issue 552, 17 February 1868, Page 4

Select Poetry.

FLOWERS. SWEET flowers that gladden all the earth, cx Ton bloom as fresh and fair As though the clay that gave you birth Eora nought of grief or”care'. I love to roam where’er you be. To taste your sweet perfume, I love your beauteous forms to see, Clothed in the richest bloom. You spring as pure on hill and da'e As in the nurtured ground, Tour odor on the summer gale _ Hath neither check or boundj nut glad and free it hurries by, The joy of rich and "poor, In stately mansion proud and high, And humble cottage door. The earth has scarce a spot so drear In which ye are not found, The weary step and heart to cheer, With speech of voiceless sound; Still upward do you stcdfast gaze. Through sunshine and through showers, As trusting all your peaceful ways To Him who made the flowers. 0, lovely flowers! 0, beauteous flowers! All clothed with borrowed ray, Lent to you for a few short hours. Then fading all away. Tour lender lives so soon released, Bow down to early rest. The sun that kissed you from the east, Doth mourn you in the west. And like the gleaners bending low, Where stood the golden sheaves. Around your stems I musing go, And gather up the leaves That silent, like tho snow-flakes, fall As palo and pure as they, But sad and sweet mementos all, Of glory and decay. 0, lovely flowers 1 with graces rife, Though frail and weak your powers, You teach a lesson by your life. That’s seldom taught by ours. You look not on the darkling earth. Where all things bloom to fade; , But on the Author of our birth, Who loveth all he made. —Australasian. T. D. F.