122 SUMMER PLEASURES. In the fields fresh flowers are springing, In the boughs new chorals singing, Richly in sweet harmony There the birds new music ply. This is all thine own, sweet May! As thy softer breezes play, Old and young, come forth! for ye Let him cast his cares away, And give the meed of thanks to May. From the heart's most deep recess, Hovering smiles, intent to bless, Gather on my lady's lips; Smiles, that other smiles eclipse; Smiles, more potent, care-dispelling, Than the bank with flowers sweet smelling, SONG. Than the birds' melodious measures, SONG. TELL me, where's the violet fled, Choicest sweets bestowing?— Swain, the vernal scene is o'er, And the violet blooms no more! Say, where hides the blushing rose, Pride of fragrant morning; Bear me, then, to yonder rill, ANON. 123 124 SONG. Watering many a daffodil Lead me to the bowery shade, Hail the storm with fury shower; Say where bides the village maid, Whither roves the tuneful swain, JACOBI. ENVIABLE POVERTY. 125 ENVIABLE POVERTY. I GLANCE into the harvest field, Where, 'neath the shade of richest trees, And in a shadow of the hedge About the parents in the grass, Sit boys and girls of various size, And, like the buds about the rose, Make glad my gazing eyes. See! God himself from heaven spreads And lovely maids, his angel band, A laughing infant's sugar lip, Waked by the mother's kiss doth deal 126 THE WALK. To the poor parents a dessert Still sweeter than their meal. From breast to breast, from arm to arm, A living, general joy. And strengthened thus for farther toil, THE WALK. I WENT a walk on Sunday, O'er every path and upland I strolled through greenest corn-fields, My very heart would weep! DALEI. |