POETRY,
FLOWERS.
(Elegiac metre.) Bros is the bold bugloes, blue petals the succory showers; Blue is the pride of the hedge, alkauet, April's delight; Blue with the sky's own blue myosotises, Memory's flowers, Blue upon earth's brown breast pimpernels, ever alight. Purple the tall fox-gloves, sweet comfreys that fatten the cattle, Cockles above green corn nodding and nodding again, Purple the lush loose-strife, false nightshade, merry red-rattle, Purple the gay woundworts gaze o'er their grassy domain. Scarlet 'the poppy, that stares at the sun's full splendour unshrinking!
Countless the colours besides—summer's emblossomed array— Yellow and orange and gold, mauve, violet, rising or sinking
Each in its tone, with the tints blended and melting away! God set a bow in the sky, which shines with a heavenly splendour; Number its hues, if thou cant; name its emblazoned attire. God set a bow upon earth, which shines with a majesty tender; Praise it, who can, as is meet—beauty that matches desire.
J. A. Foal.
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