Changeless amid her changes, still the same How with a thoughtful care doth Nature place And give the weary heart new joy to know. SPRING. Come, gentle Spring! a thousand years ago Eyes waited for thy steps even as now, And watched to see thee fling from bough to bough Thy drapery of leaves, thy blooms of snow. Even as now the Robin's cheerful song Told of the Earth awaking from her dreams, Even as now, upon the brown hill's side And bright eyes searching where a bud might hide. So shall it be a thousand years to come, When we and all we love have passed from earth :The same familiar flowers shall deck the turf, And in their honeyed cells the bees shall hum; The bird's soft warbling note shall welcome Spring, The Earth awaking shall again resume Her robe of green, shall burst her darksome tomb, The icy cerements that round her cling,— And all forgetful of her winter's sleep TO THE SNOW. Emblem of Purity ! softly descending, See how the snow-flakes light Cover her cheeks where the roses must hide. Busily falling in valley and glen, Mimicking summer's bud, blossom and leaf; Jewels they form so bright, Glitt'ring in sun and light; Neatly they braid and plat Earth's bridal wreath. Emblem of Purity ! softly descending, Spotless to reach the sky, Bearing no stain on high,— Would that from thee, we a lesson might learn. Wandering through vice and sin though our frail steps have been, Still would our spirit long, long to be free; God-like beneath its cross, Would it rise stainless and heavenward with thee! OLD AGE. When earthly shades are falling fast, Let no regretful thoughts be cast Upon the years our lives have spanned. What though Spring hung her blossoms there We list to hear a song more true. Though Summer skies were joyous, bright, A sorrow dwelt with each delight; Why should we mourn that they are past? When Autumn drops her leaves to earth, A herald of that higher birth Which man with nature kindly shares. Then let old age its winter bring And deck man's forehead with its snow; The child-like heart still finds its Spring, And life's last hours with beauty glow. THE ENGLISH SPARROWS. Around our streets they gather With their merry chirping noise; No matter what the weather, They run, they fly, they twitter, Where the kind hand drops the crumbs; We welcome them with gladness For the lesson of love that comes. When the Summer's blush has vanished, When the grass doth close its fingers Ah! then, we welcome the sparrows, Far up in the tree-tops threw. It lit up the tiny houses. That kind hands placed on high; But the thoughts in the hearts that placed them, Oh! who could harm the sparrows, THOUGHTS. One day the less-doth nature never tire Doth God grow weary that we prize not life Or when the soul, with eager longings rife, Do they who in the present float along, Like withered leaves upon a summer streamDo they bear with them e'er the wild bird's song? The golden memory of an early dream? Oh! eager quest this earth can never hold! Oh! boundless longings earth can never stay! What save the Love Divine can e'er enfold, And lead the pilgrim soul its native way? |