A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

lbt !Jl!ing ~ou to t~e ilo.e 5loa'-Dm.

BIU'OB.B thy leaves thou comeet once more,
White bloBSom c.f the 11loe I
Thy leaves will co~:ne a.a heretofore ;
But thie poor heart, ita troublea o'er,
Will then lie lovr.

Sweet violets in tb.e budding grove,

Peep where the glad wavea run ;

Tbe wren below, t1he thrush above,

Qf bright to-mOrt'(J•W'a joy ar.d love

Sing to the sun.

Aud where the l'Of~&-leaf, ever bold,

Hears beea chant bywllll to God,

The breeze·bow'd palm, m0111'd o'er with gold,

Smiles on the well in summer col<l,

And daiaied sod.

Well 1 lay me by m.y brother'R side,

Wnea•e lnte we E1tood o.nd wept;

Fol' I waa strickcit when he died-

1 felt the a.rrow as• he aigh'd

His laat 1 and slept..

ELLIOTT.

(~c ~'!ling iiJ!tr.

WIUT matten it., though apriog-time

Upon the eBl'th is glowing!

What, though a tho11aand tender ilowere

On the gerden beds are blowing 1

What ma.ttera it t hough pleaannt biroa

Among the lea.ves are singing;

And a myriad lives, each pa.eeing hour,

From motheM!e~rth e.re ap1ingi:ug I

Wh&t mattere it! For one bright fiower

Ia pale, before t'bem lyiDg;

.A.od one near life, one precioua life,

Ia number'd wit.b the dying.