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LESSONS FROM THE GORSE.
Lessons from the Gorse.
"To win the secret of a weed's plain heart."
Lowell.
Lowell.
Mountain gorses ever-golden!
Cankered not the whole year long!
Do ye teach us to he strong,
Howsoever pricked and holden
Like your thorny blooms, and so
Trodden on by rain and snow,
Up the hillside of this life, as bleak as where ye grow'?
Cankered not the whole year long!
Do ye teach us to he strong,
Howsoever pricked and holden
Like your thorny blooms, and so
Trodden on by rain and snow,
Up the hillside of this life, as bleak as where ye grow'?
Mountain blossoms, shining blossoms!
Do ye teach us to be glad
When no summer can be had,
Blooming in our inward bosoms?
Ye, whom God preserveth still,
Set as lights upon a hill,
Tokens to the wintry earth, that Beauty liveth still!
Do ye teach us to be glad
When no summer can be had,
Blooming in our inward bosoms?
Ye, whom God preserveth still,
Set as lights upon a hill,
Tokens to the wintry earth, that Beauty liveth still!
Mountain gorses, do ye teach us
From that academic chair
Canopied with azure air,
That the first fruit Wisdom reaches
Hath the hue of childly cheek?
Ye, who live on mountain peak,
Yet live low along the ground, beside the grasses meek!
From that academic chair
Canopied with azure air,
That the first fruit Wisdom reaches
Hath the hue of childly cheek?
Ye, who live on mountain peak,
Yet live low along the ground, beside the grasses meek!
Mountain gorses! since Linnæus
Knelt beside you on the sod,
For your beauty thanking God,—
For your teaching, ye should see us
Bowing in prostration new,—
Whence arisen,—if one or two
Drops be on our cheeks—O world! they are not tears, but dew.
Knelt beside you on the sod,
For your beauty thanking God,—
For your teaching, ye should see us
Bowing in prostration new,—
Whence arisen,—if one or two
Drops be on our cheeks—O world! they are not tears, but dew.
