90 LESSONS OF SPRING. See the soft green willow springing Though the rudest hand assail her, But when showers and breezes hail her, From the slighted willow bower, If, the quiet brooklet leaving, Haply half in fancy grieving For the shades I leave behind, By the dusty wayside drear, Sing, my sadness to reprove, Gladlier than in cultured grove. Where the thickest boughs are twining Of the greenest, darkest tree, There they plunge, the light declining- Hardly will they fleet aloof; So they live in modest ways, Trust entire, and ceaseless praise. KEBLE. FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen, 92 FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below; Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, BURNS. THE EARLY DAWN. On seeing a picture of Morning on the Mountains. How beautiful is morning! I have been, Painter, like thee, a wanderer, when the hills Slept in their own great shadows, and have seen The dawn kiss out the stars, have heard the rills Warbling unseen, and sending forth the thrills. Of soothing melody. Methinks thou art My spirit's own interpreter, we gaze In kindred feelings, gaze, ay, heart to heart, GEORGE HUME. THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. ST. MATTHEW 6: 28. SWEET nurslings of the vernal skies, To fill the heart's fond view? In sorrow, on Life's downward way, 94 THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. How soothing! in our last decay Relics ye are of Eden's bowers, Fallen all beside,-the world of life, But cheerful and unchanged the while The stars of heaven a course are taught Ye dwell beside our paths and homes, Your innocent mirth may borrow. |