22. TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN. Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, Thou comest not when violets lean Thou waitest late and com'st alone, Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye I would that thus, when I shall see WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 23. THE DAFFODILS. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, A host of golden daffodils; Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced; but they A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed -and gazed- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, -WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 24. 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions To reflect back her blushes, I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, The gems drop away! Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? -THOMAS MOORE. 25. FROM THE TWENTY-FOURTH PSALM. The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof, FROM THE NINETEENTH PSALM. The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue, ethereal sky,. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim; Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail While all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all "The Hand that made us is divine!" -JOSEPH ADDISON. |