The old kitchen fire, and other poems . ng calls forth her pretty train,And each in cheerful garments dressedShe sends them forth oer hill and plain !Give me blue flowersTo grace my bowers— The perfect color, heavens own blue ;Meek violetIn emerald set,And glistening with the fragrant dew;Or by the brookWith downcast look, NIGHT. 23 The nodding harebells fairy form I love to see, Where lowly sheDoth bend her head to meet the storm. Blue flowers, oh, give me fair blue flowers ! So pleadingly their azure eyesUplook in mine at morning hour,Taking their color from the skies. Of heaven they burn, T
The old kitchen fire, and other poems . ng calls forth her pretty train,And each in cheerful garments dressedShe sends them forth oer hill and plain !Give me blue flowersTo grace my bowers— The perfect color, heavens own blue ;Meek violetIn emerald set,And glistening with the fragrant dew;Or by the brookWith downcast look, NIGHT. 23 The nodding harebells fairy form I love to see, Where lowly sheDoth bend her head to meet the storm. Blue flowers, oh, give me fair blue flowers ! So pleadingly their azure eyesUplook in mine at morning hour,Taking their color from the skies. Of heaven they burn, To heaven they turnTheir opening bells at break of day; And heaven doth shed On each fair headA blessing on them where they lie ; A blessing meet For flowers so sweet,A portion of her glory bright; Our prayer should be, Oh, thus may weBe clothed upon with robes of light. 1* IGHT. is holy night! the stars are outQ Upon their watches far on high ;The moons slight shell upon the edgeOf the horizons verge doth lie, 24 THE OLD KITCHEN FIRE. Looking a fair Goocl-night to meWho watch her course thus silently. T is holy night! the moon hath goneWith timid steps to seek her lord ; The sun her master is, and she,Ever with loving sweet accord, Through night and day doth follow him, Lest her pale light should grow more dim. T is holy night! God grant that IA lesson from its page may know; Just like the moon, through night and day,Through present joy and coming woe, My Lords dear face to keep in view, And follow him with worship true. STANDING IDLE. 25 May I, with meek and lowly heartFollow my Lord with trusting love, Keeping an eye, undimmed and clear,Upon his glory far above ; For, like the moons, must growMy light and life if far from Him. Standing Idle. MATTHEW 20 :3. (J^tanding idle in the markett£> When the Lord hath work to do ;See, his vineyard needeth tending,Room to work for me and you. Oh, go forth, tis early morning,Work to-day, the Master saith ; Train the fragile vines an
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