Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-07-04
The Angel and the Flowers.

The Angel and the Flowers.
An angel once asked the Father
ifhc might leave Heaven for Il day
and go down to earth to visit the
flowers and hirdSand little children.
Tor YOU must know that no other
earthly things please the angels Of
Heaven as do the flowers, the birds
and the little children.
Yes said the Father, you may
so down to earth, but be sure and
stay nolongert than atay; and when
YOU come back to Heaven bring me
lie lovelieSt tlnwerthat you can find
that | may transplant it in my gar
den aud love it for it's beauty and
fragrance. Cherish it tenderly chat
IN harm may betal it,
Then the angel went down to the
earth. and he came to il beautiful
rose bush upon which bloomcd IL
rn>elovelermd more iragrantthan
;tiiy of her kind.
.;icyday, sweet rose said the an.
81 'aow proudly you hold up your
head Tor the winds to kiss
'.Ay, that | do replied the rose,
blrIShing, albeit she enjoyed the
tiaiiely. But | do not care fol
these idle zephyrS nor for the wan
ton snnbeamS that dance among the
leaves all the day long. To night
a cavalier will come hithcr and tear
HE from this awkward bush with
hi lis lhornS, and kiss me with i'm
paSS!oned lips, and bear me to his
lad. who, too, will kiss and wear
me Oh her bosom, next to her heart.
i hat>, q angel, is the glory Of the
Iu>,-Io be IL bearer to kisses from
lovrrto lover, and 70 hear the whiSp.
cred VOWS Of the cavalier and his
lady. 10 feel the beating of an i'm
l,assioncd heart, and to withcr on
the White bosom of Il wooed maid
en-
'lllel tie angel came to a lily that
rose fair and majestic from its WAX
ell caves and bowed gracefully to
each passing breeze.
Why so pale and sad, dear lilye9'
ASKED he angel.
.}lv love is the north Wind said
Tie lily, and l look for him and
mourn because he does not come.
And when he comes and l would
smile under his careSSSrS. he is cold
and harsh and cruel to me, and l
wiflier and die for Il season. and
Which, I am wooed back to life again
by 1he smiles and tears of heaven,
witch are sunlight and the dew, 10!
lie is gone
Tie angel smiled sadly to hear
Of tie trusting, virgin fidelity of
the lily.
Tell me- asked the lily, will the
north wind come to day?'
No. Saitlthe angel, nor for many
Yet. since is early summer now
l:ut the lonely lily did not believe
the angels works. Still looking
inl. her cruel lover, she held her pale
ilcr alott and questioned each &c
pEyr that hurried by. And the an
gel went his way.
And the angel came next day to
:; daisy, that tllrived in meadow
w..ere the cattle were grazing and
The lambs were frisking.
Nay, do not pluck me- cried the
daisy, merriil;:l would not exchange
NY home in this smiling pasture for
d place upon the princess BOSOM
You seem very bithsome, little
daisy, quoth the angel.
so l am, and why should l not
lie" rejoined the daisy. The dews
Lathe me with their kisses. and the
stars wink merrily at me all night
leng, and during the day the bees
come and sing their songs to me,
aud the big cattle caresS me gently
with their rough tongues, aud all
seen to say: Bloom on, little daisy
Tor we loye you.' SO we frolic here
on lie meadow all the time-the
lambs, the bees, the cattle, the stars,
and land we ale very, very hap
py.'
Next The angel came to a camellia
which was most beautiful to look
Upon. But the camellia made no
reply to tie angels salutation, for
he camellia having no fragrance,
is GuMb-tor flowers you must know
speak by means Of their perfumes.
Tie camcllia, therefore, could say
no word 10 tie angel, so the angel
walked en- in silent sadness.
Look at me cried the honey
suc!ilc; see how adventuresome
an. AT the ;op of this trellS dwellS
a ladybird, and in her cozy nest are
llrre daughters, the Youngest of
which go to WOO. l carry sweet
meats with me to tempt the pretty
dear; doyou think she willlove meg
The angel laughed at the honey
snckle'S quaint conceit, but made
no reply. fer yonder he saw a pur-
pie aster he fam would question
Are You then so busy asked
the angel, that you turn your head
away from every other thing and
look always into the skye
do not interrupt me- murmur-
ed tie purple astcr. Il love the
great luminous sun, and whittier
he rolls i'll the blazing heavens, |
tnrn my face in awe and generation.