INTRODUCTORY STANZAS. To bud, to blossom, and to fade; Because unto the simplest flower To point-in meditation's hour, Surely that moral best may plead Its tenderness and truth, With those who such fair tablets read Did not our blessed Lord-who taught Unfold to feeling, and to thought, The truths which these can preach? B 2 INTRODUCTORY STANZAS. Behold the lilies of the field, They neither spin, nor toil; And yet the pomp by kings reveal'd— Can blame, then, unto those belong Have sought to cull from realms of song Not glean'd to glad the sense, alone, Or captivate the eye, And then, like weeds, aside be thrown, But one whose virtue should out-last The beauty it displays; And be, like bread on waters cast, B. BARTON. CULLED FLOWERS. THE WANDERER AND THE NIGHT BLOWING FLOWERS. Call back your odours, lovely flowers, The lark lies couched in her grassy nest, And all bright things are away to rest, Is not your world a mournful one, When sisters close their eyes, And your your soft breath meets not a lingering tone Of song in the starry skies? 4 THE WANDERER, ETC. Take ye no joy in the day-spring's birth, When it kindles the sparks of dew? And the thousand strains of the forest's mirth, Shut your sweet bells till the fawn comes out And the woodland child with a fairy shout "Nay, let our shadowy beauty bloom "Call it not wasted, the scent we lend To the breeze, when no step is nigh; "And love us as emblems, night's dewy flowers, Of hopes unto sorrow given, That spring through the gloom of the darkest hours, F. HEMANS. "HOW OLD ART THOU?" 5 "HOW OLD ART THOU ?" Count not the days that have idly flown, Nor speak of the hours thou must blush to own But number the hours redeem'd from sin, Will the shade go back on thỳ dial plate? Both hasten on; and thy spirit's fate Life's waning hours, like the Sybil's page, Oh, rouse thee and live! nor deem that man's age But in days that are truly wise. L. H. C. |