Illustrated poems . going;Some build and steer the white-wingd ships, And few in speed can mate others rear the corn and wheat. Or grind the corn to freight if our neighbours oer the sea Have eer an empty larder,To send a loaf their babes to cheer Well work a little old nobility have we. No tyrant king to ride us;Our sages in the Capitol Enact the laws that guide , brothers, hail, Let nought on earth divide us. Some faults we have, we cant deny, A foible here and there ;But other households have the same. And so we wont do no good to fume and
Illustrated poems . going;Some build and steer the white-wingd ships, And few in speed can mate others rear the corn and wheat. Or grind the corn to freight if our neighbours oer the sea Have eer an empty larder,To send a loaf their babes to cheer Well work a little old nobility have we. No tyrant king to ride us;Our sages in the Capitol Enact the laws that guide , brothers, hail, Let nought on earth divide us. Some faults we have, we cant deny, A foible here and there ;But other households have the same. And so we wont do no good to fume and frown, And call hard names, you see, 22 ,v 338 THE THRIVING FAMILY. And what a shame twould be to part So fine a family !*Tis but a waste of time to fret, Since Nature made us one,For every quarrel cuts a thread That healthful Love has draw the cords of union fast. Whatever may betide closer cling through every blast, For many a storm has tried , brothers, hail, Let nought on earth divide FLOWERS IN CHILDHOOD AND AGE. The flowers were beautiful to me When childhood lured the wayAlong the green and sunny slope, Or through the groves to were to me as playmates dear, And when upon my kneeI whisperd to them in their beds, Methought they answerd me. I bent to kiss them where they grew, And smiling bore awayOn lip and cheek the diamond dew That glittering deckd their bud, on which no eye hath glanced. Save His who formd its pride,Seemd as a sister to my heart. For it had none beside. 340 FLOWERS IN CHILDHOOD AND AGE. Then countless gay and fairy forms Gleamd by, on pinions rare,And many a castles turret bright Was pictured on the air;For Fancy held me so in thrall. And peopled every scene,That flowers might only fill the space A thousand joys between. But as lifes river nears its goal, And glittering bubbles break,The love of flowers is like his grasp Whom stronger props , drifting toward some wintry clime, Hangs oer the ve
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