150
THE DAY OF FLOWERS.
And filled with immortality. Receive
Thanks, blessings, love, for these, thy lavish boons.
And, most of all, their heavenward influences,
O Thou that gav'st us flowers!
Return, my boy,
With all thy chaplets and bright bands, return!
See, with how deep a crimson eve hath touched
And glorified the ruin! glow-worm light
Will twinkle on the dew-drops, e'er we reach
Our home again. Come, with thy last sweet prayer
At thy bless'd mother's knee, to-night shall thanks
Unto our Father in his Heaven arise,
For all the gladness, all the beauty shed
O'er one rich day of flowers!
