Flowers from sunlight and shade . Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our is truth,—the future giveth More than present takes the soul forever liveth Nearer God from day to a word the maiden uttered,— Fullest hearts are slow to speak,—But a withered rose-leaf fluttered Down upon the poets cheek. —James Russell Lowell. UNDER THE ROSE. She wears a rose in her hair,At the twilights dreamy close; Her face is fair, how fair !Under the rose. i steal like a shadow there, As she sits in rapt whisper my loving prayer Under the rose. She takes the r
Flowers from sunlight and shade . Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our is truth,—the future giveth More than present takes the soul forever liveth Nearer God from day to a word the maiden uttered,— Fullest hearts are slow to speak,—But a withered rose-leaf fluttered Down upon the poets cheek. —James Russell Lowell. UNDER THE ROSE. She wears a rose in her hair,At the twilights dreamy close; Her face is fair, how fair !Under the rose. i steal like a shadow there, As she sits in rapt whisper my loving prayer Under the rose. She takes the rose from her hair,And her color comes and goes. And I—a lover will dareUnder the rose! —Richard Henry Stoddard. ROMANCE. I HAVE placed a golden Ring upon the handOf the bhthest little Lady in the land ! When the early roses Scent the sunny air,She shall gather white ones To tremble in her hair ! Hasten, happy roses, Come to me by May—In your folded petals Lies my wedding-day. — Thomas Bailey Aldrick. HEPATICA, lU. FIELD FLOWERS. Ye field flowers ! the gardens eclipse you, tis true,Yet, wildlings of Nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of the earth teemed around me with fairy delight,And when daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight. Like treasures of silver and gold, I love you for lulling me back into dreams Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing streams. And of birchen glades breathing their balm,While the deer was seen glancing in sunshine remote,And the deep mellow crush of the wood-pigeons note Made music that sweetened the calm. Not a pastoral song has a pleasanter tune Than ye speak to my heart, little wildlings of June: ji5 FIELD FLOWERS. Of old ruinous castles ye tell,Where I thought it delightful your beauties to find,When the magic of nature first breathed on my mind. And your blossoms were part of her spell. Even now what affections the violet awakes ;What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes. Can the wild water
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