...floatcth in the sky Write! a letter in my book. ' Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flow'rs I brought, Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. 1 There was never mystery But ' r is figured in the flow'rs ; Was never secret history, But I in 1...

...Trees, from the Cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall." Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. RW EMERSON. Your voiceless lips, oh flowers, are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf...

...Fold my arms beside the brook; Each cloud that floated in the aky Writes a letter in my book. Ohide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought—...aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought." LONDON : RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET. 1862. 1 TO CHARLES A. DANA, THE FOLLOWING LETTERS...

...I Fold my arms beside the brook £ach cloud that floated in the skj Writes a letter in my bi>ok. " Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...loaded with a thought "There was never mystery But Ч is figured iu the flowers; Was never secret history But birds t«ll it in the bowers. " One harvest...

...industry, and bearing sueh rare fruit As wealth may never purehase. itrs. Sigourney's Poeme. Qiide me not, laborious band. For the idle flowers I brought; Every aster in my hand Goee home loaded with a thought. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ; Cherish...

...and rude That I walk alone in grove and glen, I go to the god of the wood, To fetch his word to man. Tax not my sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook...home loaded with a thought There was never mystery Hut 'tis figured in the flowers; Was never secret history But birds tell it in the bowers. One harvest...

...strong In industry, and bearing sueh rare fruit As wealth may never purehase. Ma. Sigourney's Poena. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers...aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. Ralph Walao Emerson. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly l Cherish some flower, be it ever so...

...sloth that I Fold my arms beside the brook ; Each cloud that floated in the sky, Writes u letter iu my book. Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought, Every aster in my hard Goes home loaded with a thought. There was never mystery But 'tis figured in the flowc-rs; Wras...

...meanest flower that blows, can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." WORDSWORTH. " Blame me not laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought ; Every aster in my hand Comes back laden with a thought." EMERSON. " I read the word of God in the flowers, in the little verdant...

...appreciation by marked applause. all know, that I cannot forbear citing them on this occasion : — " Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought, Every aster in my hand Comes home loaded with a thought." Thus introduced, Mr. RALPH WALDO EMERSON rose to respond to the...