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the sylph and the flowers.
Treasuring truths through rolling ages,
Thine the glorious task shall be,
On bright thoughts of bards and sages
Stamping immortality.
Thine the glorious task shall be,
On bright thoughts of bards and sages
Stamping immortality.
"Thine shall be the trust and treasure
Of the written words of worth,
Deathlessly to keep each measure,
When the bard is long in earth.
Let thy present humble station,
Home to human bosoms bring;
And thy future's exaltation,
What from simplest source may spring.
Of the written words of worth,
Deathlessly to keep each measure,
When the bard is long in earth.
Let thy present humble station,
Home to human bosoms bring;
And thy future's exaltation,
What from simplest source may spring.
"To what height of use and glory,
From obscurity may pass;
Humblest genius speaks the story,
Of the flax flower's slender grass."
Said the Sylph—and, softly gliding,
Vanish'd 'mongst the leafy bowers,
With her gentle breath presiding
O'er the sisterhood of flowers.
From obscurity may pass;
Humblest genius speaks the story,
Of the flax flower's slender grass."
Said the Sylph—and, softly gliding,
Vanish'd 'mongst the leafy bowers,
With her gentle breath presiding
O'er the sisterhood of flowers.
