Quotes About Floweret

The gay bunting erects his white crest, and gives utterance to the joy he feels in the presence of his brooding mate; the willow grouse on the rock crows his challenge aloud; each floweret, chilled by the night air, expands its pure petals; the gentle breeze shakes from the blades of grass the heavy dewdrops.

The smallest effort is not lost Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow Each struggle lessens human woe.