THE WOODLAND RETREAT. BY MISS S. C. EDGARTON. COME, gentle love, to the shady wood, And sweetly and purely we'll blend our souls The bee is here with his mellow hum, He has muffled his head in a foxglove thumb, And all about in the swinging bells The birds are flitting from tree to tree, In so tranquil and sweet an hour? "Tis a holy haunt, so quiet all, To a bosom that inly grieves. The music that hovers unseen above The presence of love is with us here In all that is bright, and sweet, and clear, In the voice of the wild-bird that wanders by, And the daisy, that lifteth its gentle head From the grassy bed of its birth, Wears the same sweet smile that our God hath spread Then come, my love, to the shady wood; From the crowded world, and in solemn mood Commune with an humbled heart. The spirit is purer and better far, For its moments of silent prayer; Its light grows clearer, like some dim star |