HAREBELL
Campanula Rolundifolia
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,
They are rich in their pride and their splendor;
But still more do I love to wander away
To the meadow so sweet,
Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.
With drooping bells of clearest blue
Thou didst attract my childish view,
Almost resembling
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew
So lightly trembling.
Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye
Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky;
The May-thorn greening in the nook;
The minnows sporting in the brook;
The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers;
The song of birds amid the bowers;
The crystal of the azure seas;
The music of the southern breeze;
And, over all, the blessed sun,
Telling of halcyon days begun.
High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedars
Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nigh;
Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple,
Mystical tintings that mirror the sky.
HARVEST
(See also Agriculture)
For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home,
Th' invited neighbors to the husking come;
A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play
Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.
He that observeth the wind shall not sow;
and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green,
At the true harvest can but glean.
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps. M
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
Think, oh, grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields,
While those unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven.
And ask their humble dole.
Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.
HASTE
Deliberating delay may be wise cunctation.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Hasten deliberately.
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
Sat cito, si sat bene.
Quick enough, if good enough.
Le trap de promptitude a l'erreur nous expose.
Too great haste leads us to error.
Stay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.
Haste is slow.