FOR CHILDREN. 221

The purple heath, and golden broom,
On moory mountains catch the gale,
O’er lawns the lily sheds perfume,
The violet in the vale;
But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,
Plays on the margin of the rill,
Peeps round ‘the fox’s den.

Within the garden’s cultured round,
Tt shares the sweet carnation’s bed ;

And blooms on consecrated ground,
‘In honour of the dead.

The lambkin crops its crimson gem,!
The wild bee murmurs on its breast,

The blue fly bends its pensile? stem
Light o’er the sky-lark’s nest.

‘Tis Flora’s® page :4—In every place,
In every season, fresh and fair,
Tt opens with perennial? grace,
And blossoms everywhere.
On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
Its humble buds unheeded rise ;
The rose has but a summer reign,
The Daisy never dies,
Montgomery.

1 Gem—the first bud of the flower.
2 Pensile—hanging, bending.
3 Flora—the Goddess of Flowers.
‘ Page—an attendant.
5 Perenniul—perpetual.

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