Floral Life



"Lord, what is life? 'Tis like a flower

That blossoms, and is gone!

We see it flourish for an hour,

With all its beauty on;

But death comes, like a wintry day,

And cuts the pretty flower away."





THE FLOWERING SEASONS.





"Say, what impels, amid surrounding snow

Congealed, the CROCUS' flowery bud to glow?

Say, what retards, amid the summer blaze,

The autumnal bud, till pale declining days?



"The God of seasons, whose pervading power

Controls the sun, or sheds the fleecy shower;

He bids each flower His quickening word obey,

Or to each lingering bloom enjoins delay."

H. KIRKE WHITE.





As it will be impossible in a small volume to give instructions in all

Flowers, I shall endeavour to select such as will produce a pleasing

contrast of form and colour; at the same time, including flowers of

every season, commencing with Spring--and who does not hail the early

Flowers with delight? After a long and severe winter, the appearance of

the golden crocus and the modest snowdrop, peeping from the earth,

convey to the mind a glow of unspeakable pleasure.



"Then wherefore had they birth?

To minister delight to man--

To beautify the earth."





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