Verses by the Wayside, and Rhymes for the Nursery

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE FORGET ME NOT. Fair flow'r, while on thy leaves I gaze, What dreams return of blissful dors i What records of the past I see In thy fond, faithful registry Sweet chronicler of pleasures gone, Of hopes and joys with childhood flown, Of schemes of fair but vain intent, On which my thoughts were idly...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE FORGET ME NOT. Fair flow'r, while on thy leaves I gaze, What dreams return of blissful dors i What records of the past I see In thy fond, faithful registry Sweet chronicler of pleasures gone, Of hopes and joys with childhood flown, Of schemes of fair but vain intent, On which my thoughts were idly ber.t Ah, yet thou hast a brighter spell, To conjure future bliss as well Thy colours, dipt in heav'nly dye, Paint scenes of bliss beyond the sky. VENUSCOMB, OR SHEPHERD'S NEEDLE. Where in fields the rose and briar Deck the hedge in gay attire, Shining umbelliferous flow'rs Greet the summer's golden hours. Now they sleep in sunny trance, Now, as breezes play, they dance, Stooping each, as each anon, By soft airs are breathed upon. While the clouds are racing by, And the rapid shadows fly, See them, on the chequer'd Wave a welcome as they pass Timidly their blossoms shiver As the light-wing'd breezes quiver j Hurried into gay commotion, Like the waves upon the ocean. One, the pretty Venus-comb, Haunting paths about our home, Vainly, on its lowly stalks, Smiles to win us in our walks. Yet, to those who stoop to gaze, What novelty its seed displays Ah, where has God not stamped His print, And left for man some passing hint J The Snowdrop. While other flow'rs are in their tomb, Thy blossoms pale disclose their bloom, And sure not one of Flora's race E'er wore its charms with half try grace I Before thy leaves have felt the sun, Thy cheering advent is begun; Fair herald art thou, sent to say That spring will soon be on its way. Ah, still thy lively vigils keep, While all beside in darkness sleep; And not an insect, bird, or flow'r, Seems conscious of the genial hour. Ah how thy vestments bright and glad, Thy drooping posture m...