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And in the currents of the air
Its tender branches flourished fair.
It reached the beam-it thrilled-it curledIt blessed the warmth that cheers the world! It rose towards the dungeon bars
It looked upon the sun and stars.
It felt the life of bursting Spring,
It caught the breath of morns and eves,
By rains and dews, and sunshine fed,
Upon that solitary place
Its verdure threw adorning grace :
Would'st know the moral of the rhyme?
THE IV Y.
HAST thou seen, in winter's stormiest day,
The trunk of a blighted oak,
Not dead, but sinking in slow decay
Round which a luxuriant ivy had grown,
And wreathed it with verdure no longer its own?
Perchance thou hast seen this sight, and then,
Passed carelessly by, nor turned again
That scathed wreck to view.
But now I can draw from that mouldering tree
O smile not! nor think it a worthless thing,
Is alone worth a serious thought!
Grace on the dying, and leaves on the dead?
OST poetical of all flowers in meaning is the Amaranth. It has been selected as the symbol of immortality, and has ever been associated with Death as the portal through which the soul must pass to Eternity. Milton gives crowns of amaranth to the angelic multitude assembled before the Deity:
"To the ground
With solemn adoration down they cast
In Paradise, fast by the tree of life,
Began to bloom: but soon for man's offence
To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows
And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life,
And where the river of bliss, through midst of heaven
With these that never fade the spirits elect
Bind their resplendent locks enwreathed with beams;
Impurpled with celestial rosy smile."
These flowers if gathered and dried will long preserve their beauty.
One of the most popular species of the amaranth is the "Love-lies-bleeding." The origin of this singular appellation is not known, but it has been suggested that the
following verses of Campbell account for it. The daughter of O'Connor is lamenting over the tomb of Connocht Moran :
"A hero's bride? this desert bower,
It ill befits thy gentle breeding:
"This purple flower my tears have nursed
I love it, for it was the first
That grew on Connocht Moran's tomb."
WHOSE sad inhabitants each year would come
With willing steps, climbing that rugged height And hang long locks of hair, and garlands bound With amaranth flowers, which, in the clime's despite, Filled the frore air with unaccustomed light. Such flowers as in the wintry memory bloom Of one friend left, adorned that frozen tomb.
"And full of emotion, its fault doth deplore,
HE Trembling Poplar is now generally known as the Aspen. It is chiefly remarkable for the ceaseless tremulous motion of its leaves-a natural phenomenon, to account for which many very diverse explanations have been proffered. Miss Darby, in her "Lays of Love and Heroism," has thus versified a German legend upon the subject:
"The Lord of Life walked in the forest one morn,
When the song-wearied nightingale slept on the thorn;
Yet every tree, even the firm knotted oak,
The tall warrior pine, and the cedar so regal,
The home of the stork and the haunt of the eagle,
All the patriarchal kings of the forest adored,
And bowed their proud heads at the sight of the Lord.
"One tree, and one only, continued erect,
Too vain to show even the Saviour respect!
And on the Redeemer unbendingly gazed.
Then a cloud, more of sorrow than wrath, dimmed the brow
While to the offender, with shame now opprest,