, 1856-09-26
30 q u q Y
AT HOME.


Ha here they come up the deep groyen paths gliding
Gay, careless ramblers Of the summer hours
" Birdie on Mammys - shoulder proudly riding,
Her tiny fingers full of wildwood flowers.
Before them speeds my boy--a noble fellow,
With hair of gold and eyes of laughing blue,
QAke knights'oi oldl, signal clear and mellow
His bright toybngle sounds, as into view
The merry group emerged, with shout and laughter
Bearing rich treasures from the greenwood bowtrs
While "braye" good guardian, trots sedately after,
sorely encountered by his lash Of flowers.
And brides bonnet bears q wreath Of blossoms,
Fair fragile, like the cascades snowy foam,
With diamond dews still sleeping in their bosoms-
Al! here you are (! one kiss, and welcome home !
Cone, here $ a mat, and there a crimson cushion,
Rest little ones-te mamma where you've been,
And where you've gathered all this gay profusion
or buds and blossoms, moss and garlands green.
shy-I can tell you-no magic arts protesting,
Nor even gifted with the " second sight"
I can reveal their native heunts by-guessirg,
And should fail, then you must set me right.
First here Is brave fine fellow almost THROTTLE
With ivy leaves, and wintergTeen, you stole
Where hangs the planetree high his branches mottled
And swings his nest the glancing oriOle.
And thenhere's violets-white or blue, and golden,
Pink rockmoss, and the speckled touch-me-nOt,
zone day I'll tell you, sweets, the story olden,
About the Golden Violet ;')-the spot
Was warm and bright were grew this wild wake-robn
And purple fox glove flourished by its side
This evergreen, when winter winds are sobbing
Lies nestled on the gray rocks heart Of pride.
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The silver bells Of fairies as they pass
This larkspur blue where bright Narcissus sprinkle
With golden stars the thin and spiky grass,
These rushes grew where glides the glanciDg river
By azure wateraag, and mossy stone,
And makes the balmy air Of morning culver
With elfn laughter-very like your own,
This crimson phlox in clusters loved to mngle
With fairys fringe, and coral honey-bells,
Where sings the hidden stream far down the dlnge,
And sweet wildroses gem the bosky dells.
Here's lilly buds--let's part the leaves asunder,
But softly, sOftly--see who first can find
The fairy princess legends say lives under
This snowy Toof perfumed, and satin lined
Here's scented elgantine. 50 graceful bending,
Gay scarlet woodpinks, and pale emerald blooms
or wild grape, on the breeze Of evening sending
Its regal odors, richest Of perfumes.
And here Is braken leaf and fern so plume,
Brother and sister, they-and what are these 7
Nonk's.hood, cowled hermit, grim and gloomy,
And ruby-gems, fresh wildwood strawberries!
Here's rhodendron, refuge Of the ousel,
And quaint quamoclit breathing Of the South,
Red cup moss for the Fairy Qaeen's carousel,
And aurum-Indans call it " bite the mouth"
You sec those ruddy drops the petals veining-
Old legends say 1t grew beneath the cross,
Aud this Jesus blood 50 deeply staining
Foreyermore its smooth and snowy gloss.
Here is q willow wand, they tell in story,
HWeeping hung above the cruciied
And aspen, prematurely old and hoaTy ..
Which was the tree on which the Saviour died.
pve named them all--my loves your baby lesson
Is over now, no more my heart can say
Except TO pray that you may win the blessing
OF him who wakes those blossoms, day by day.
Oh little ones, be lovely like your flowers,
Mute messengers from glen and grassy sod
Like them bring gladness to this home Of ours
And tell us Of brighter home with God.
thought TO teach the alphabet Of angels"
But have been taught a lesson undecided
Oh would that all would list the pure evangels
ofwfd-Wood blossoms, and Of little child ..