Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . llion drops hang on the trees,Bejewelled, waving in the breeze,And on the flowers sweet honey-bees. The grass revives, and every bladeIs strengthened oer the vernal glade,And the parched wild flower lifts its head. The orchard, laden with rich fruit,Wakes from its topmost bough to root,Nourished in its most tender shoot. The streamlet through the pasture flowsSpeedier, and gently overflowsIts banks, to bless whereer it goes. 188 Kentish Lyrics. The full-eared corn drinks in the rain,Which swells the slowly ripening grain,And, rustling, scents
Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . llion drops hang on the trees,Bejewelled, waving in the breeze,And on the flowers sweet honey-bees. The grass revives, and every bladeIs strengthened oer the vernal glade,And the parched wild flower lifts its head. The orchard, laden with rich fruit,Wakes from its topmost bough to root,Nourished in its most tender shoot. The streamlet through the pasture flowsSpeedier, and gently overflowsIts banks, to bless whereer it goes. 188 Kentish Lyrics. The full-eared corn drinks in the rain,Which swells the slowly ripening grain,And, rustling, scents the verdant plain. How joyously the feathered throngBurst into universal song,Harmonious as a single tongue ! Hedgerow and hawthorn, field and flower,And village green, and ivied tower,Look brighter for this summer shower. Natures great heart is full of love, And heaves and throbs new joys to prove,. That human hearts to praise may move. Oh, let not Nature speak in vain, But hear and join her grateful strain,— God sent us down this summer
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