Hemans Miscellaneous Poetry 5/To My Flowers
The Offering, 1829 page 155
TO MY FLOWERS.
[The following beautiful lines were written by Mrs. Hernans, when confined by sickness. They were an impromptu, returned to the friend who had sent her the flowers to which they refer, by the messenger who brought them.A. N.]
Ye tell me not of birds and bees,
Not of the summer's murmuring trees,
Not of the streams and woodland bowers;—
A sweeter tale is yours, fair flowers.
Glad tidings to my couch ye bring,
Of one still bright, still flowing spring,
A fount of kindness, ever new,
In a friend's heart, the good and true.