CONCLUSION. Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can Instruction, and inventing to ourselves. Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep, Amused spectators of this bustling stage. Thee we reject, unable to abide. Thy purity, till pure as Thou art pure; Made such by Thee, we love Thee for that cause, For which we shunned and hated Thee before. Then we are free. Then liberty, like day, A voice is heard that mortal ears hear not, Till Thou hast touched them; 'tis the voice of song, A loud Hosanna sent from all Thy works; 219 From Thee is all that soothes the life of man, INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun A few more years shall roll. A fragment of a rainbow bright A gold and silver cup A green and silent spot amid the hills A star appeared, and peaceful threw A thing of beauty is a joy for ever Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste. All day the low-hung clouds have dropped And now comes rosy June; the blue-eyed hours Another year with promised blessings rise! At night, when all, assembling round the fire. Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain Bowing adorers of the gale. Broods there some spirit here? But see the fading many-coloured woods But who the melodies of morn can tell? By cool Siloam's shady rill. Child of the Sun! pursue thy rapturous flight Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth. Dark-visaged visitor, who comest here Deep on convent roof the snows Dip down upon the northern shore. Fair Moon! that at the chilly day's decline Father, Thy hand hath reared these venerable columns Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove! Here and there rude heaps, that had been cities, Here, till return of morn dismissed the farm How dazzling white the snowy scene! deep, deep How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom I come, I come! ye have called me long. I have found violets. April hath come on I loved to walk where none had walked before I praised the earth in beauty seen I saw the woods and fields at close of day It was a lovely morning; all was calm Jasmine! thy fair and star-like flowers with honours R. C. Trench 40 Logan. 89 Sydney Dobell 175 104 122 9 137 George Herbert 74 Hemans 114 Mrs. Tighe 115 Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep . November's sky is chill and drear Now in my walk with sweet surprise O Father! Lord! the All-beneficent! I bless Thy name O festal Spring! midst thy victorious glow O gift of God! O perfect day O God! by whom the seed is given O reader! hast thou ever stood to see ཋ888རྦ+€ ¥b£\k¥2 77 49 44 205 155 164 79 42 97 95 J. M. Good. James Montgomery Hemans INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 223 Page The billows swell, the winds are high O sacred Providence, who from end to end O Winter, ruler of the inverted year. Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness The angel comes, he comes to reap The cock is crowing W. Allingham W. Browne. George Herbert 166 Cowper 38 L. Jermyn Milton 163 126 83 The day is ending. The gorse is yellow on the heath C. Smith. 75 The lopped tree in time may grow again The mellow year is hasting to its close The moon is up! How calm and slow. The poetry of earth is never dead The stormy March is come at last The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year Bryant The night was Winter in his roughest mood The snow has left the cottage roof The time draws near the birth of Christ The year doth bind her garland up with thee These as they change, Almighty Father, these They come the merry Summer months of beauty, song, and flowers. Thou first-born of the year's delight. Thou hast thy beauties: sterner ones I own Thy mighty working, mighty God! 'Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms Under the green hedges after the snow. Welcome, O pure and lovely forms, again |