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CONCLUSION.

Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can

Instruction, and inventing to ourselves.

Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep,
Or disregard our follies, or that sit

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,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from heaven
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

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;
Which he that hears it with a shout repeats,
And adds his rapture to the general praise.
In that blest moment Nature, throwing wide
Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile
The Author of her beauties, who, retired
Behind His own creation, works unseen
By the impure, and hears His power denied.
Thou art the source and centre of all minds,
Their only point of rest, eternal Word!
From Thee departing they are lost, and rove
At random without honour, hope, or peace.

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From Thee is all that soothes the life of man,
His high endeavour, and his glad success,
His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
But, O thou bounteous Giver of all good,
Thou art of all Thy gifts Thyself the crown!
Give what Thou canst, without Thee we are poor,
And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

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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.
Ah! why reposest thou so pale?.

All day the low-hung clouds have dropped
All things are calm, and fair, and passive
Amongst the many buds proclaiming May.

And now comes rosy June; the blue-eyed hours
And see where surly Winter passes off.
Another year, another year

Another year with promised blessings rise!
Arise, thou child of Nature, rise! .

At night, when all, assembling round the fire.
Away with sorrow's sigh.

Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain
Behold the western evening's light
Bird of the wilderness

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
Come, ye little revellers gay

Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth.

Dark-visaged visitor, who comest here

Deep on convent roof the snows

Dip down upon the northern shore.

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Fair Moon! that at the chilly day's decline

Father, Thy hand hath reared these venerable columns
From the fierce aspect of this river, throwing
From the sod no crocus peeps.

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!

Here and there rude heaps, that had been cities,
clad the ground

Here, till return of morn dismissed the farm
How beautiful is the rain!

How dazzling white the snowy scene! deep, deep
How fair a sight, that vest of gold

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean

How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom
How withered, perished seems the form

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

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George Herbert

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Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep .
Nothing fair on earth I see

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

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The billows swell, the winds are high

O sacred Providence, who from end to end

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze .
Oft, on a plat of rising ground

Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun
Red soldier of the golden corn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
See once again our village; with its street
See the Spring is the earth enamelling.
Soft as a cloud is yon blue ridge-the mere
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky
Spread around thy tenderest diligence
Sweet Sabbath of the year .

The angel comes, he comes to reap

The cock is crowing

W. Allingham

W. Browne.

George Herbert

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Cowper

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L. Jermyn

Milton

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The gorse is yellow on the heath

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The lopped tree in time may grow again

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The mellow year is hasting to its close

The moon is up! How calm and slow.
The morning mist is cleared away

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
There is a fearful spirit busy now

These as they change, Almighty Father, these
These gray majestic cliffs that tower to heaven

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
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Under the green hedges after the snow.

Welcome, O pure and lovely forms, again
What dream of beauty ever equalled this!.
What wildness dost thou give the scene!
When at midday my task I ply
When brighter hours are passing away
When from its high and sullen cloud
When on the breath of Autumn breeze

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