THE VIOLET. FROM THE GERMAN OF GOETHE. A violet blossomed on the green, It was a sweet, low flower. A shepherd maiden came that way Came o'er the green with song. Ah! thought the violet, might I be Ah! but for one brief hour; And might be plucked by that dear maid, And gently on her bosom laid, Ah! but, ah! but, A few dear moments long. Alas! the maiden, as she passed, By her, by her, Beneath her feet I die. SWEET LAVENDER. MRS. STRICKLAND. Sweet lavender! I love thy flower Which meets the morn and evening hour, In cottage-maid's parterre thou 'rt seen, In simple, touching grace; And in the garden of the queen, 'Midst costly plants and blossoms sheen, Thou also hast a place. The rose, with bright and peerless bloom, But while her glories and perfume Thy fragrance never dies O, thou art emblem of the friend, The balm of faithful love will lend; THE IRIS. The IRIS or flower-de-luce is supposed to be named after Juno's favorite attendant and messenger. She is represented by the ancients, with wings, and encircled by a rainbow, and was sent by Junc to the bedside of dying females, as the messenger of peace and promise to bear away the departing spirit. Ovid thus speaks of Juno's favored one. The various Iris, Juno sends with haste. Louis the Seventh, having distinguished himself in the second crusade, selected, according to the custom of the times, a particular blazon, and, causing the Iris to be emblazoned on the arms of France, it was afterwards called the flower of Louis; Louis,' by corruption, became Luce.' The bow of promise is not more beautifully tinged than the Jower which bears its name. 'Ever varying hue Of every beautiful thing on earth, the tints Of heaven's own Iris, all are in the west On this delicious eve.' TWAMLEY. But, 'midst them all, Crowned as the rainbow festival, A sapphire-colored blossom shone So gracefully. Her robe all o'er Was radiant; yes, deep blue, like twilight sky, Upon the deep expanse. 'Twas strange none knew But sister-flowerets fancifully said, As they to note her beauty had been led ANON. How oft have I viewed thee all glorious and bright, There, too, when the floods of the desert resound, Thou reignest unmoved by the tumult around; And the eye may repose on thy soft-smiling beams, And the fancy may hail thee the nymph of the streams. THE DESOLATE ONE. CAMPBELL. As wandering, I found on my ruinous walk, By the dial-stone aged and green, One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk, Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, ⚫ From each wandering sunbeam a lovely embrace, For the nightweed and thorn overshadowed the place Where the flower of my forefathers grew. Sweet bud of the wilderness! emblem of all That survives in this desolate heart; The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall, But patience shall never depart; Tough the wilds of enchantment, all vernal and bright, In the days of delusion by fancy combined With the vanishing phantoms of woe and delight, Abandon my soul like a dream of the night, And leave but a desert behind. |