“Yes,” said the blossoms, “we are content to wither and drop off as soon as our task is done; for it is for the sake of the fruit that we exist, and our fruit for the sake of man; so, when our fruit is eaten, the seeds are free to mix themselves in the mould, in order to send forth another tree.”
Lilla left the tree, and presently came to a part of the dell where the flowery vines were climbing up and stretching themselves from limb to limb, forming a soft hammock, or cradle; and, climbing up one of the trees, she leaped into the flowery hammock, and the wind came and rocked her to and fro so high that she was thrown out of it, and the sudden fright awoke her. She opened her eyes, and found her sister was shaking her, instead of the wind.
THE CHILD’S DREAM AMONG FLOWERS.
BY MISS COLMAN.
Waving sweetly o’er thy head,
Flowers softly sigh;
Watching o’er thy grassy bed,
Singing lullaby.
“Gently murmuring in thine ear,