Nor hyacinths, of purest virgin white, With hues on hues expression cannot paint, GARDEN LECTURE. EVANS. AMID my garden's broider'd paths I trod, And there my mind soon caught her favourite clue; I seem'd to stand amid the church of God, And flowers were preachers, and (still stranger) drew From their own life and course The love they would enforce, And sound their doctrine was, and every precept true. And first the Sunflower spake. Behold, he said, Turn to the wheeling sun my golden head, So, with obedient turn, From womb to grave pursue the Sun of life and might. And next I heard the lowly Camomile, Who, as I trod on him with reckless feet, And wrang his perfume out, cried, List awhile E'en thus with charity the proud one greet. And, as insulters press, E'en turn thou thus and bless, And yield from each heart's bruise a redolence more sweet. Then from his rocky pulpit I heard cry The Stonecrop. See how loose to earth I grow, So drive not thou, fond man, thy root too low; From God's supernal sphere Draw life's unearthly food, catch heaven's undying glow. Then preach'd the humble Strawberry. Behold The lowliest and least adorn'd of flowers Lies at thy feet; yet lift my leafy fold, And fruit is there unfound in gaudier bowers. And when vain man shall seek, Unveil the blooming fruit of solitary hours. Then cried the Lily: Hear my mission next. All care I cast on Him Who more than faith can ask each hour to faith supplies. The Thistle warn'd me last; for, as I tore The intruder up, it cried, Rash man, take heed! In me thou hast thy type. Yea, pause and poreEven as thou, doth God his vineyard weed; Deem not each worthier plant For thee shall waste and want, Nor fright with hostile spines thy Master's chosen seed. Then cried the garden's host with one consent: Deepen our glowing hues, and drive our root; And, as our heads we lift, Record each added gift, And bear to God's high will, and man's support, our fruit. O Leader thou of earth's exulting quire, Thou with a first-born's royal rights endued, Wilt thou alone be dumb? alone desire Renew'd the gifts so oft in vain renew'd? As on thy head they shine, And wither 'mid the bliss of boundless plenitude? Oh, come! and, as thy due, our concert lead. Who nursed our tender leaf, our colours spread, The starry pole, and leave Thy younger mates below in death's unbroken night. GARDEN THOUGHTS. MONTGOMERY. Written on occasion of a Ladies' Bazaar, in aid of the Church Mis sionary Society, being held in the garden-grounds of a benevolent family resident on the banks of the Yorkshire Ouse. In a garden-Man was placed, With his Maker's image graced: In a garden,—On that night Till he drank the vengeance up, In a garden, on the cross, When the spear his heart had riven, Heaven's own ransom had been given, Jesus rested from his woes, Jesus from the dead arose. Here, not Eden's bowers are found, Nor the lone Gethsemane, Nor the calm sepulchral ground At the foot of Calvary : But this scene may well recall Emblem of the church below! Emblem of the church above, Rescued from the storms of time, Round the fair enclosure here, Roof'd by heaven, with verdure floor'd, Yet one moment meditate On that dreary banishment, When from Eden's closing gate, |