The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-10-15
From the Boston Transcript
SONG OF THE ANGEL OF THE
FLOWERS.
WRITTEN BY JOHN II. wARLAND.

And thou, sweet Bird OF Paradise.
Dancing from spray to spray
Who, in tie soft and silver light,
Singes, the livolong day
Thou wooed st me with thy strain Of love
From fowery lawn 10 hill,
And to nv song--as wreaths | wove---
Gay danced each laughing rili,
Thy music, on the ireighted breeze,
That kissed tn Elysmn bowers,
Entranced among your Eden's trees
The ANGEL VI THE FLOWERS.
And when, in that enchanting hour,
saw thee sour away,
rose with thee from EGGn's bower
Into celestial day.
flew DER EARTH her flowers to Gull,
And sgh'd Tor Edcns bliss,
Among the bright and beautiful
Whose cheeks the soft winds kiss;
Sailing on the delicious breeze,
heard them in their bowers,
Each daughter hail d beneath the trees,
The ANGEL OF THE FLowERs.
And ms We sang sad alicu
To our sweet Eden cline
heard angelic voices chaunt
farewell song, sublime.
saw them wave their hands, and lean
Upon their harris the while;
wept--as closed the golden gates
Upon their heavenly smile,
turned away, and on my wings
Caught the light OF Eden's bowers,
And far heard the farewell chaunt
10 the ANGEL OF the FLowEHs.
Downward 70 Earth winged my way,
And voiced the laughing grin
weye my Ioses in their cheeks
Their lips and sunny curls.
The hiy's WHITE, the roses blush
wove them INTO one;
braided in their hair the flush
OF the golden, setting sun.
Ale pressing, till our hearts were one,
Wes4ng those blisslii hours,
They pledged their love forever more
To tho ANGEL Of me FLowERs
| saw one take her bridal vow,
A rose upon her breast
She blusiIcd, us to her bosoms shrine,
Her lovers hand she priest.
marked the graceful creatures tear,
As she gave her heart away,
Ard crushed, IN that embrace, the rose
| pom her breast that lay.
lis fragrance bleathed from her sweet lips,
As she kissed HIN III her bowers,
And welcomed to their green retreat
The ANGEL OT THE FLUHEKs.
Another, in her virgin bloom
watched upon the green,--
She bent above the churchyard tomb.
And wept for one within.
She plucHed the moss-rose from her breast
And placed ii on his bier
And, as her low-yolced prayer she breathed,
caught that mother tear.
But as she turned III grIelaway,
And sought her cypress bow ers,
She touched her lutte, IN plaintiye strain,
To the Angel or THE FLOWERS.
saw a bright-eyed child at play,
HIS laughing dlmpics hid
Beneath ms slken curls--his eyes,
Like Jewels OF Giunischd
lie chased the gorgeous butterfly
From fragrant shrub 10 tree
He plUcked tie wild rose from its stalk
And laughed with boyish gIee,
That rose no thorn shall bear for him,
In youths unclouded hours
She tanned the cherub with her wing
Sweet ANGEL OF THE FLowERs.
And oh! amid that lovely throng,
Two sisters in sweet glee,
Were singing, as they trioped along,
Der blooming lawn and lea,
They plucked the daisy in their path,
The violet from it's bed,
And strewcd them where brother lay,
To rest his aching head,
He kissed them for the grateful boom
So sweet in his sick hours,
And babe them cling, with sisters love,
To the ANGEL OF THE FLowERs.
gazod at Beauty, as she sighed,
Upon her jewel'd throne,
And scattered wreaths around, like pearls
That claps her virgin zone.
Qneon-lke she trod-her fairy feet
Tripping to songs Of mirth--
The south wind dalhed with her cheeks,
Bright creature Of the EARTH
pressed her lilly hand in mine
AS we sought the rosy bowers,
breathed my perfumes to her lips,
And WOMAN, since, herself hath been
1HE ANGEL OF THE Flowers.