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THE YOUNG YEAR. Budding branches in the young year smiling
Lift their cresset crownings to the morn;
And pale Dian dips her silver horn,
Looks down upon the blushes of the morn.
As a bridegroom feasteth with a bride; Each new charm unveiling and unfolding,
As the freshets swell life's turning tide;
Of her future joy the so and guide.
Wait beneath the cold grey Boreal sky,
Strong to meet the rich-robed season nigh; When, with bright and shining green apparel,
Earth shall welcome back the cuckoo's cry.
A MAY SONG.
Daisy crowned May;
Breathing the breath of the sweet-smelling May.
Curtain the light in our orchard bowers.,
Where the soft winds play,
Poet lay aside thy pen,
The soft winds say.
Where no soft winds play.
Here the soft winds play.
Where the soft winds play.
King cup May,
Daisy crown'd May,
WHEN THE CHESTNUTS LIFT THEIR
When the chestnuts lift their blossoms
O’er the fragrance of the May,
When the sunny bright laburnum
Waves its pensile locks of gold,
And the rich blue iris flowers
Their soft blossomings unfold; When the breath of early morning
Woos the cheek with perfume sweet, And the ring-doves in the woodland
Constant cooing notes repeat. Turn we then to those who love us,
Unto all we hold most dearGrateful if unmixed with sorrow
Comes the beauty of the year.
Beauty on thy wings,
Thy gay coming brings.
Feasting on the rose ;
Jasmine flowers unclose :
Into sapphire shade,
Her soft nest has made.
Swift as radiant thought
To the poet brought.
In the sunbright air;
Fold like hands in prayer.
Constant plying :
Rooks are cawing.
White swans gliding, Where the breeze-strewn cloudlets flow In the crystal stream below
Heaven reflected from above,
Man's heart guiding.
Splendour of ethereal light!
Skies and seas in glory blending With thy grand hymn to the night
From the zenith slow descending, Night that stedfast toil doth bless
In tranquilising tenderness.
Down the old elm glade, thy beams
Into radiant mist are spreading; And the moted glory streams
Silvery seraph light are shedding, Where
children clothed in white Shine coruscant, angel bright.
Light from time eterne that springs !
Mystic music, heavenward calling, Creeps along air woven strings
As the day's red orb is falling: Lambent fire the tree tops hold
Lancing spires of vivid gold.
Spirit of transforming love !
All benignant is thy power; Man's best blessing from above,
With us now at this sweet hour, As we worship thee awhile
In the long day's parting smile.