THE DAISY. Like lowly white-crowned queen, And stands with quiet mien, NOT worlds on worlds in phalanx deep, For who but He that arched the skies, Could rear the daisy's purple bud, Mould its green cup, its wiry stem, And cut the gold-embossèd gem, That, set in silver, gleams within, And fling it, unrestrained and free, O'er hill, and dale, and desert sod, That man, where'er he walks, may see, 43 HYMN IN SEED-TIME.. "And other fell on good ground, and did yield fruit that sprang up and increased."-St. Mark iv. 8. "But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life.”—Romans vi. 22. O GOD! by whom the seed is given ; By whom the harvest blest; Whose word, like manna showered from heaven, Is planted in our breast; Preserve it from the passing feet, And plunderers of the air; Though buried deep or thinly strewn, The hope in earthly furrows sown "Stormy wind fulfilling His word.”—Psalm cxlviii. 8. LOVED to walk where none had walked before, Against the storm, or in the ocean dive, With eager scream; or when they dropping gave Their closing wings to sail upon the wave: Then, as the winds and waters raged around, And breaking billows mixed their deafening sound, They on the rolling deep securely hung, And calmly rode the restless waves among. |