"In thanks for all the good
By poets understood-

For the sound of seraphs moving

Through the hidden depths of loving!

"For sights of things away, Through fissures of the clay,Promised things, which shall be given And sung ever up in heaven!

"For life, so lonely vain,

For death, which breaks the chain,For this sense of present sweetness, And this yearning to completeness!"

EMBLEMS OF FLOWERS.

BY BURNS.

ADOWN winding Nith I did wander,
To mark the sweet flowers as they spring;
Adown winding Nith I did wander,

Of Phillis to muse and to sing.

The daisy amused my fond fancy,
So artless, so simple, so wild;
Thou emblem, said I, o' my Phillis,
For she is simplicity's child.

The rose-bud's the blush o' my charmer,
Her sweet balmy lip when 'tis prest:
How fair and how pure is the lily,
But fairer and purer her breast.

Yon knot of gay flowers in the arbour,
They ne'er wi' my Phillis can vie:
Her breath is the breath of the woodbine,
Its dew-drop o' diamond her eye.

Her voice is the song of the morning

That wakes through the green-spreading grove,

When Phoebus peeps over the mountains,

On music, and pleasure, and love.