THE FLOWERS OF FRANCE.

The flowers of France are blooming

Upon this bright June day,

The flowers of France are fragrant

And smiling swing and sway,

( For what is death and carnage

A dozen miles away? )

The flowers of France are blooming

Among the wheat and grass —

The scarlet headed poppies

That nod you as you pass,

And the blue cornflowers’ brilliant hue,

And the daisies in a mass.

The flowers of France are blooming

And beckoning in the breeze,

And laughing in the sunshine,

And bending to the bees,

( But the wooden crosses in a row —

Oh what know they of these? )

The flowers of France are blooming

In every rainbow shade,

And as a rainbow is an arch

By tears of heaven made,

I wonder if the flowers of France

Are the tears that France has paid?