LOVES OF THE PLANTS. OW snow-drops cold and blue-eyed harebells blend Their tender tears, as o'er the streams they bend, The love-sick violet and the primrose pale Bow their sweet heads and whisper to the gale; With secret sighs the virgin lily droops, And jealous cowslips hang their tawny cups. How the young rose, in beauty's damask pride, Drinks the warm blushes of his bashful bride; With honeyed lips enamored woodbines meet, Clasp with fond arms, and mix their kisses sweet! Stay thy soft murmuring waters, gentle rill; HE thrush derives its name from mistletoe berries, of which it is exceedingly fond. It is famed for its clear, ringing, musical note, and sings loudest, and sweetest, and longest in storms; hence it is no mean teacher to man, whose song of gladness and gratitude should rise to heaven-not only when his sky is clear, but when it is darkened with clouds, and the storm portends fearful disasters. |