Native Flowers

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2128, 23 October 1896, Page 4

Native Flowers

It blooms in the dolls with its long green bells. In the gorges by mountain streams; And in many a nook by river and brook It nods in its innocent dreams. On the breast of broad hills that the heather fills It hides in some mossy glade; And the wind's soft kiss thrills its bells W'tß bliss, 'Mid the mingling of sunlight and shade. In dark winter hours it is warm in deep bowers. And it fear? m t the cloud and the ram: Nor hath it a urcad when the snowflakes are shed Over forest and valley and plain. • And it waits for the spring with no murmuring , , ~ -\t the chill touch of keen-fiu-ered trost, Skies dark-browed may lower; it heeds not their power, , Put -miles when the shadows have crossed. When the sun's ficne rays pierce the leafwoven ways, potting gnus in the dewy grass. UnlieJ.nl are the swells of its pendulous bells As they sway in the breezes that pass. Pv the rills and the hums tower the fronded ferns, Willi creepers that clamber and twist, Wh'ie humbly below doth the fuchsia grow, Of blossoms net least fair, I wist. Though in cold learning's view thy name :? not true, And with parden gems thou hast no Kin, This doth not distress, for thy loveliness Hath power our affection to win. 0. wild graceful flower: the earth then dest dower With sweetness and beauty thine ewn: Thou seoh'st net to peer rirher favorites dear, Put to dwell afar shyly alone! R. WILSON.