Wild Flowers, Or, Poetic Gleanings from Natural Objects: And Topics of Religious, Moral, and Philanthropic InterestJ. Snow, 1844 - 156 pages |
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Page 69 - but not before last night. I was walking alone in my garden, there was great stillness among the branches and flowers and more than common sweetness in the air; I heard a low and pleasant sound, and I knew not whence it came. At last I saw the broad leaf of a flower move, and underneath I saw a procession of creatures of the size and colour of green and gray grasshoppers, bearing a body laid out on a rose leaf, which they buried with songs, and then disappeared. It was a fairy funeral.
Page 24 - OF BICKLEIGH VALE. AND can a minstrel lyre, Recall the whispers of a spirit's breath ? Its lingering echoes from the shades of death, With living, and immortal tones inspire ? Ah ! were the depths of love Wakened by musings on that yestern scene, Clothed with rich pathos by some fairy queen, Its heavenly thrillings might thy bosom move.
Page 27 - Nor shall the lingering sigh, Of their deep consciousness be heard no more ; Methinks some angel-messenger then bore Their record, to our treasured home on high. Heard ye a softened tone Blend with the zephyr's whispering, dying wail ? Ah ! no — it trembled on no passing gale — It was the breath of prayer — God heard its moan ! THE EAKNESTNESS OF LIFE. LIFE is indeed an "earnest" thing, Earnest in weal or wo ; A blessing or a curse attends On every step we go.
Page 25 - Its haloed brightness to the rippling wave, Danced on the lucid stream — so proud to lave The lightsome trippings of its merriment. The heather blossom smiled Its home-born welcome to the listening gale, While graceful fern, and mantling moss — with tale Of love they cherish, weary time beguiled.