But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Within the garden's cultured round, The lambkin crops its crimson gem, 'T is Flora's page.—In every place, It opens And blossoms every where. On waste and woodland, rock and plain, The Rose has but a summer's reign, The Daisy never dies. J. MONTGOMERY. THE DAISY IN INDIA. "Supposed to be addressed by the Rev. Dr. Carey, the learned and illustrious Baptist Missionary at Serampore, to the first plant of this kind, which sprang up, unexpectedly, in his garden, out of some English earth, in which other seeds had been conveyed to him from this country. The subject was suggested by reading a letter from Dr. Carey, to a botanical friend in England." THRICE welcome! little English flower! Never to me such beauty spread. Thrice welcome! little English flower! Nor cease to gaze till daylight dies, G Thrice welcome! little English flower! Thou shalt the bright memorial be! Youth's golden age, and manhood's prime, Home, country, kindred, friends,—with thee, Are mine in this far clime. Thrice welcome! little English flower! The sweet May-dews of that fair land, A hundred from one root! Thrice welcome! little English flower! For joys that were, or might have been, J. MONTGOMERY. The Wall Flower. Cheiranthus fructilosus. Class Tetradynamia. Order Siliquosa. A VERY interesting plant, from the scenery in which it is always found, springing from the chinks of old castles and abbeys, and gracing their ruined walls with its bright flowers, and 'delightful scent. Its petals differ, in their pure golden yellow, from those of the garden species, which are often richly tinged with brown or blood-red. The C. Tristis or Melancholy Gilliflower, is a native of the seacoast in the south of France, Spain, and Italy. Its blossoms, of a dull purple, are scentless in the daytime, but exhale a rich nocturnal fragrance. THE WALL FLOWER. "WHY loves my flower, the sweetest flower Why, when the mead, the spicy vale, For never sure was beauty born To live in death's deserted shade! Come, lovely flower, my banks adorn, My banks for life and beauty made." Thus pity waked the tender thought, I sought-but sudden on mine ear |