Thou Lord of earth and heaven!
I bless thee, who hast given,
Unto life’s fainting travellers, the night—
The soft, still, holy night.
THE DAY OF FLOWERS.
A MOTHER’S WALK WITH HER CHILD.
“One spirit—His
Who wore the platted thorn with bleeding brows.
Rules universal nature. Not a flower
But shows some touch, in freckle, freak, or stain,