James Montgomery ( 10 of 17 )
The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.
The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.
There is a flower, a little flower
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing read more
There is a flower, a little flower
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing hour,
And weathers every sky.
The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
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The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
Than all the lavish fragrance of the time.
When evening closes Nature's eye,
The glow-worm lights her little spark
To captivate her favorite fly
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When evening closes Nature's eye,
The glow-worm lights her little spark
To captivate her favorite fly
And tempt the rover through the dark.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
The fury of the wind defies,
From age to age, read more
The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
The fury of the wind defies,
From age to age, in virtue strong.
Inured to stand, and suffer wrong.
A work of skill, surpassing sense,
A labor of Omnipotence;
Though frail as dust it meet thine read more
A work of skill, surpassing sense,
A labor of Omnipotence;
Though frail as dust it meet thine eye,
He form'd this gnat who built the sky.
The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,
Alive and wriggling in the elastic net,
Which Nature hung read more
Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey,
Alive and wriggling in the elastic net,
Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks;
Till, swoln, with captures, the unwieldy burden
Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land,
These mighty hunters of the deep return'd.
There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease,
Gorging their hapless victims one by one;
Then full and weary, side by side, they slept,
Till evening roused them to the chase again.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be read more
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!.