Bespangled o'er with livery 1 gay For Time hath laid his mantle by. CHARLES OF ORLEANS (1391-1465). (Written while a prisoner in England.) * 32 * COMMON THINGS. THE sunshine is a glorious thing That comes alike to all, The moonlight is a gentle thing; It shines upon the fisher's boat Or where the little lambkins lie The dewdrops, on the summer morn The village children brush them off 1 livery, a kind of dress or garb. 2 droplets, little drops. 3 peasant, a farm-laborer in England and other countries of the Old World. There are no gems in monarchs' crowns More beautiful than they, And yet we scarcely notice them, But tread them off in play. Poor robin in the pear-tree sings, Beside the cottage door; The heath-flower fills the air with sweets, There are as many lovely things, For those who sit by cottage hearths As those who sit on thrones. MRS. HAWKESWORTH. * 33 * HYMN TO THE SEASONS. WHEN spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil, When summer's balmy showers refresh the mower's toil, When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow 2 and the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns its maker good. 1 moor, an extensive tract of waste land covered with patches of heath. 2 fallow, land ploughed but unsown. The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade, The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade, The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way, The moon and stars, their Maker's name in silent pomp display. Shall man, the lord of Nature, expectant of the sky, Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny? No let the Year forsake his course, the Seasons cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and, Saviour, honor thee. The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade, The wind be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree,1 But we in Nature's latest hour, O Lord! will cling to thee. REGINALD HEBER. See Genesis i. 16. *34* SNOW FALLING. THE Wonderful snow is falling Over river and woodland and wold; 1 The trees bear spectral 2 blossoms In the moonshine blurred and cold. There's a beautiful garden in heaven; Into this dark world of ours. * 35 * THE RAINBOW. J. J. PIATT. A FRAGMENT of a rainbow bright An hour ago the storm was here, So will our joys and griefs appear, Grief will be joy, if on its edge Joy will be grief, if no faint pledge J. KEBLE. 1 wold, an open country. 2 spectral, ghostly, unreal. *36* LITTLE SORROW. AMONG the thistles on the hill, "I see a black cloud in the west, "But now the air is soft and sweet, The sunshine bright," said Pleasure: "Here is my pipe,1 if you will dance, I'll make my merriest measure; Or, if you choose, we'll sit beneath The red-rose tree, and twine a wreath: Come, come with me!" said Pleasure. "Oh, I want neither dance nor flowers; And, if it storm, what shall I do? 1 pipe, a kind of flute. |