2. MAY GARLANDS. "The sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth." COME, ye little revellers gay, Learners in the school of May, Bring me here the richest crown Wreathed this morn on hill-side down, Or in nook of copsewood green, Or by river's rushy screen, Or in sunny meadow wide, Gemmed with cowslips in their pride; 'Mid bright smiles of infants bred, Bring me now a crown as gay, Wreathed and woven yesterday. Where are now those forms so fair? Withered, drooping, wan and bare, Feeling nought of earth or sky, They are gone; their light is o'er :— Lovelier than May's gleaming morn. Hearken, children of the May, Ye whom all good Angels greet With their treasures blithe and sweet : None of all the wreaths ye prize But was nursed by weeping skies. So, if e'er that second spring Her green robe o'er you shall fling, How should else Earth's flowerets prove 3. SUNDAY NOSEGAYS. "Whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased.” YE children that on JESUS wait, To learn His word and will, For glory hungered and athirst,— Which of you all would fain be first? Come, still and pure as drops of dew, The Holy Board beneath. Not to the quick untrembling gaze, The heart that bounds at human praise, Loves he to say, Go higher. But most He turns His face away, The foul unhallowed fire. Say, little maids that love the spring, By the soft airs they breathe? Oft as with mild caressing hand Those bashful flowers so sweet- Ye to the Heaven-taught soul present A token and a sacrament, How to the highest room Earth's lowliest flowers our Lord receives ; Close to His heart a place He gives, Where they shall ever bloom. |