Oh, thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands,-Life hath snares! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows, Bear a lily in thy hand; Gates of brass cannot withstand Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart For a smile of God thou art. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882] TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To Mistress Margaret Hussey The glorious land of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, And nearer he's to setting, That age is best which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time, You may for ever tarry. 315 Robert Herrick (1591-1674] TO MISTRESS MARGARET HUSSEY MERRY Margaret As midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon, Or hawk of the tower: With solace and gladness, Much mirth and no madness, All good and no badness; So joyously, So maidenly, So womanly Far, far passing Or suffice to write Or hawk of the tower, Coliander, Sweet pomander, Good Cassander; Well made, well wrought, Far may be sought, Ere that ye can find Or hawk of the tower. John Skelton [1460?-1529] ON HER COMING TO LONDON WHAT'S she, so late from Penshurst come, Sure 'tis some angel from above, Or is't not Juno, Heaven's great dame, To assist the Greeks in fight, Or Cynthia, that huntress bold, No, none of those, yet one that shall 'Tis Dorothée, a maid high-born, And lovely as the blushing morn, "O, Saw Ye Bonny Lesley" 317 Of noble Sidney's race; Oh! could you see into her mind, The beauties there locked-up outshine Fair Dorothea, sent from heaven 1 To welcome her the Spring breathes forth And May her crown of roses. Go, happy maid, increase the store So neither all-consuming age, Edmund Waller [1606-1687] "O, SAW YE BONNY LESLEY" O SAW ye bonny Lesley As she gacd owre the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! The deil he couldna scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; And say, "I canna wrang thee!" The powers aboon will tent thee; Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag we hae a lass Robert Burns [1759-1796] TO A YOUNG LADY SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid! Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, William Cowper [1731-1800] RUTH SHE stood breast high among the corn, |