Part 7 (2/2)
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! Oh! dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies-- Shed no tear.
Overhead! look overhead!
'Mong the blossoms white and red-- Look up, look up. I flutter now On this flush pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bell Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! O, shed no tear!
The flowers will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu--I fly, adieu, I vanish in the heaven's blue-- Adieu, adieu!
JOHN KEATS.
A BOY'S SONG
”A Boy's Song,” by James Hogg (1770-1835), is a sparkling poem, very attractive to children.
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the cl.u.s.tering nuts fall free.
That's the way for Billy and me.
Why the boys should drive away, Little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and fight so well, That's the thing I never could tell.
But this I know, I love to play, Through the meadow, among the hay; Up the water and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
JAMES HOGG.
b.u.t.tERCUPS AND DAISIES.
b.u.t.tercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers, Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours.
While the tree are leafless, While the fields are bare, b.u.t.tercups and daisies Spring up here and there.
Ere the snowdrop peepeth, Ere the crocus bold, Ere the early primrose Opes its paly gold, Somewhere on the sunny bank b.u.t.tercups are bright; Somewhere 'mong the frozen gra.s.s Peeps the daisy white.
Little hardy flowers, Like to children poor, Playing in their st.u.r.dy health By their mother's door, Purple with the north wind, Yet alert and bold; Fearing not, and caring not, Though they be a-cold!
What to them is winter!
What are stormy showers!
b.u.t.tercups and daisies Are these human flowers!
He who gave them hards.h.i.+ps And a life of care, Gave them likewise hardy strength And patient hearts to bear.
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