Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet - scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller; planted and tended once by children's hands, in front- yard plots -- now standing by wallsides in retired pastures, and giving place to new- rising forests; -- the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family.
Creatures such as the lilac-breasted roller are included among the “winged birds” that “praise the name of Jehovah,” the true God. —Psalm 148:7, 10-13.
As visitors to Karlovy Vary traverse the alleys of chestnut trees, rhododendrons, and white lilacs, the song of birds can be heard from the forests on the hills.