Then would I to-morrow Such a flower be made, I give thee love as God gives light, I give thee prayers, like jewels strung In a sad angel's pitying tear. As earth pours freely to the sea Her thousand streams of wealth un told, So flows my silent life to thee, What care I for thy carelessness? And live in the dear woods where my Thy spirit cannot sound or know. lost childhood played. THEN. Far lingering on a distant dawn My triumph shines, more sweet than late; When from these mortal mists withdrawn, I GIVE thee treasures hour by hour, wait. INA D. COOLBRITH. IN BLOSSOM TIME. IT'S O my heart, my heart, To be out in the sun and sing! Sing loud, O bird in the tree; O bird, sing loud in the sky, And honey-bees, blacken the clover bed There are none of you glad as I. The leaves laugh low in the wind, Laugh low, with the wind at play; And the odorous call of the flowers all For oh, but the world is fair, is fair- I will out in the gold of the blossom- And sit at the Master's feet. And the love my heart would speak Then sing in the hedgerow green, O And in the open cottage door My pretty babe was playing. Aslant the sill a sunbeam lay: I laughed in careless pleasure, To see his little hand essay To grasp the shining treasure. To-day no shafts of golden flame And hear no lisped replying; Reach, with a fond endeavor, To where the little restless hands Are crossed in rest forever! |