~ot alone in Spring's armorial bearing,
And in Summer's green-erubluon'J field,
But in arms of brave old Autumn's wearing,
In the centre of hill bruen abield ;
Not 11lone in meAdoWII and green alleY'
On the moontain-top 1 and hy tbe brink
Of sequealer'd pools in woodla.nd va.lleya,
Where the sll\vee of Nature stoop to drink;Not alone in her net dome of glory,
No~ on graves of bird a.nd bea.at nlone,
:But on old Cathedrals, high and hoary,
On the tombs of heron, carved in atone;
In the cottage of the rudeat peasant ;
In anceelnu bomes, whose crumbling tower~~,
Speaking or the Past unto the Preaent,
T ell us of the aucient Gamea of Flowers ;In all places, then, and in all euaona,
Flowera expa.nd their light and aoul-like wiogw,
Tea.ching ns, by moat penun.eive rt'AIOIIS,
How akin they are to human things.A.nd with child-li)(e credulous aft'ection
We behold theil• tender buds expand;
Emblems of our own great reeurrection,
Emblema of the bright and better lAnd.
LoNGnu.cnr.TD milk-white bl0880ma of the thorn
Are waving o'er the pool,
M oved by the wind that breathee a.longe
So sweetly and eo cool.
The hawthorn clusters bloom above,
The primrose hides below,
And on the lonely paaeer-by
A modest glance doth throw III