THE BIRTH OF THE FLOWERS. (A Reverie On Creation.)

The sun’s bright rays through breaking clouds, On tiny beads of crystal fell, While o’er the earth in mantle green A rainbow circled hill and dell; Brilliant, majestic it appeared, In many colors to be seen, Neath misty heav’ns and setting sun O’er man’s first paradise serene. The angels winged their flight from heav’n, Towards the many colored bow, Like seagulls sweeping o’er the sea, Then lighting on the waves below; Down through the clouds they beat their wings, From the depths of heavenly blue So perched on this celestial arch, They gazed in wonderment anew. Far below on a field of green, Stood Eve so beautiful and fair, Adam her spouse gallant and true, With fiery glance and flowing hair; Angels and seraphims above With golden heads and wings so white, From this frail arch of varied hues, Dropped to the earth in sudden plight. Lo! o’er the earth mid verdure clad, Flow’rs grew in colors sweet and true, Just like the rainbow over head, Softly nurtured with heavenly dew. Then back they flew through mist and clouds, From flow’ry meads far, far away To the depths of eternal love Chanting to earth their sweetest lay.