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LILY OF THE VALLEY.
RETURN OF HAPPINESS.
The Lily of the Valley delights in shady glens and the banks of murmuring brooks, where its exquisitely beautiful flower is modestly concealed amidst the broad, bright green leaves which surround its delicate and graceful bells. In floral language it is made to represent a return of happiness, because it announces by its elegance and its odour the happy season of
That shy plant, the Lily of the Vale,
The Lily, whose sweet beauties seem
And, sweetest to the view,
And ye, whose lowlier pride
You of the valley named, no longer hide
Than whom the vernal gale
Our Lily of the Vale.
The heart from blank despair,
Of God's paternal care ?
Those children of the East.
But not the less, sweet spring-tide's flower,
His skill and handiwork ;
Thy modest blossoms lurk.
Yet born to bloom and fade,
Thee, too, a lovelier robe arrays,
Her wealthiest king arrayed :
Of thy twin leaves the embowered screen,
Thy Eden-breathing smell;
Displays a milk-white bell
Who forms thee thus with unseen hand ?
And willed thee thus to be;
BISHOP MANT. PRIVET.
Why,” said the young mother of a family one day to the venerable village pastor, “why did you not plant a strong quickset hedge round your garden instead of this weak hedge of flowering Privet?” The benevolent minister replied, “ When you forbid your child a hurtful pleasure, the prohibition is sweetened by an affectionate smile, by a kind look; and, if he is refractory, a mother's hand immediately offers some plaything to pacify him. In like manner, the pastor's hedge, while it keeps off intruders, should not hurt any one, but offer flowers even to those whom it repels.”
The winds have now purified the atmosphere, diffused the seeds of vegetation over the earth, and dispersed the gloomy vapours of winter. The air is fresh and pure; the sky seems to expand above our head; the lawns grow vividly green on all sides, and the trees push forth their young and verdant buds. Nature is about to put on her dress of flowers; but she first prepares an harmonious ground for her painting; and, covering it with one general tint of green, which she varies infinitely, rejoices the eye and cheers the heart with promise.
We have already detected in shady dells the violet, the daisy, the primrose, and the golden flower of the dandelion. Let us now approach the skirts of the wood; there the Anemone and the Periwinkle stretch their long parterre of verdure and flowers: these two friendly plants are mutual foils to each other's charms. The