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Page 52 - As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Page 11 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 85 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither; still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither; When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flow'rs singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies...
Page 152 - I, ike thee it bloomed and fell, In momentary pity sent Of fairer climes to tell ; So frail its form, so short its stay, That nought the lingering heart could say, But, hail, and fare thee well ! Constable's Edinburgh Magatnne.
Page 117 - BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES. I NEVER see a young hand hold The starry bunch of white and gold, But something warm and fresh will start About the region of my heart. My smile expires into a sigh ; I feel a struggling in the eye, 'Twixt humid drop and sparkling ray, Till rolling tears have won their way ; For soul and brain will travel back Through memory's chequered mazes, To days when I but trod life's track For buttercups and daisies.
Page i - Where does the wisdom and the power divine In a more bright and sweet reflection shine ? Where do we finer strokes and colours see Of the Creator's real poetry, Than when we with attention look Upon the third day's volume of the book ? If we could open and intend our eye, We all, like Moses, should espy Ev'n in a bush the radiant Deity.
Page 38 - God of the changeful year ! amidst the glow Of strength, and beauty, and transcendant grace, Which, on the mountain heights, or deep below In sheltered vales...
Page 61 - I meditate, methinks the flowers Have spirits far more generous than ours, And give us fair examples to despise The servile fawnings and idolatries Wherewith we court these earthly things below, Which merit not the service...
Page xvi - I will not praise the often-flattered rose, Or, virgin-like, with blushing charms half seen, Or when, in dazzling splendour, like a queen, All her magnificence of state she shows ; No, nor that nun-like lily which but blows Beneath the valley's cool and shady screen, Nor yet the sun-flower, that, with warrior mien, Still eyes the orb of glory where it glows ; But thou, neglected wallflower ! to my breast And muse art dearest, wildest, sweetest flower!