THE SNOWDROP. CHARLOTTE SMITH. LIKE pendant flakes of vegetating snow, SNOWDROPS. DOVE ON THE CROSS." My snowdrops, oh, my snowdrops! They covered all our mossy banks With many a fairy ring! How delicately beautiful Their little blossoms were, Like tiny spirits hovering Upon the chilly air. My snowdrops, oh, my snowdrops ! For my only one, my loved one, Both came to me and left me In the spring as snowdrops do. Like the crimson light of sunset My only one, my loved one, From this world of grief and pain. I will cherish them as emblems THE SNOWDROP. As Hope, with bowed head, silent stood, And on her golden anchor leant, Watching below the angry flood, While Winter, 'mid the dreariment Half-buried in the drifted snow, Lay sleeping on the frozen ground, Not heeding how the wind did blow, Spring sighed, and through the driving gale And watched its root strike in the earth,— "And ever from my hidden bowers," Said Spring, "it first of all shall go, And be the herald of the flowers, To warn away the sheeted snow: Its mission done, then by thy side All summer long it shall remain. While other flowers I scatter wide O'er every hill, and wood, and plain, This shall return, and ever be A sweet companion, Hope, for thee." Hope stooped and kissed her sister Spring, And said, "For hours, when thou art gone, I'm left alone without a thing That I can fix my heart upon; 'Twill cheer me many a lonely hour, And in the future I shall see Those who would sink, raised by that flower, (Pensiveness-Winning Youthful Grace.) HE "pretty Mullein," as it is called, is one of the sweetest of our meadow flowers. The yellow oxlip is larger, and not quite so common. Cowslip wine is pleasant, and said to be slightly narcotic. Shakspeare, speaking of the Fairy Queen, says: "The cowslips tall her pensioners be; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear." Milton, in his masque of "Comus," has given an exquisite song to Sabrina, in which the airy tread of that goddess "o'er the cowslip's velvet head" is most delicately expressed: "By the rushy, fringed bank, Where grow the willow and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays; Thick set with agate and the azure sheen That in the channel strays; Whilst from off the waters fleet, |