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| CRUMBS FROM THE TABLE. |
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CRUMBS FROM THE TABLE.
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CRAIGCROOK ROSES.
Craigcrook Roses! ruby, golden,
Glowing gorgeous; faint with passion;
To the sweet flower-soul unfolden:
Wreathe me in the old Greek fashion.
Queen of sweetness, crowned with splendour,
Every rich round bud uncloses;
Yet so meek and womanly tender
Are you royal Craigcrook Roses,
Warm and winy Craigcrook Roses.
Glowing gorgeous; faint with passion;
To the sweet flower-soul unfolden:
Wreathe me in the old Greek fashion.
Queen of sweetness, crowned with splendour,
Every rich round bud uncloses;
Yet so meek and womanly tender
Are you royal Craigcrook Roses,
Warm and winy Craigcrook Roses.
Leaning with some unknown yearning,
You would make a lover sin, you
Pretty wooers, archly turning
As you climb to make us win you.
Ripe perfection of fair fulness
In your gracious bloom reposes;
And an emerald bower for coolness,
Summer builds my Craigcrook Roses,
Amorous-dreaming Craigcrook Roses.
You would make a lover sin, you
Pretty wooers, archly turning
As you climb to make us win you.
Ripe perfection of fair fulness
In your gracious bloom reposes;
And an emerald bower for coolness,
Summer builds my Craigcrook Roses,
Amorous-dreaming Craigcrook Roses.
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When the year is old and hoary,
And the day is dark with dolours;
Still you come, my guests of glory,
In voluptuous dance of colours.
And—tho' Earth like Age is toiling
In the snowdrifts—perfumed posies
Kiss me, crown my spirit smiling
Down a dream of Craigcrook Roses,
Dear, delicious Craigcrook Roses.
And the day is dark with dolours;
Still you come, my guests of glory,
In voluptuous dance of colours.
And—tho' Earth like Age is toiling
In the snowdrifts—perfumed posies
Kiss me, crown my spirit smiling
Down a dream of Craigcrook Roses,
Dear, delicious Craigcrook Roses.
Fairest 'mong Light's daughters seven,
With your dainty dreamy graces;
You might light with loving leaven
Smiles of spring in wintriest faces.
At the solemn shut of daylight
When the fair life-vision closes;
May my spirit float away light
On a cloud of Craigcrook Roses,
Cooled and crowned with Craigcrook Roses.
With your dainty dreamy graces;
You might light with loving leaven
Smiles of spring in wintriest faces.
At the solemn shut of daylight
When the fair life-vision closes;
May my spirit float away light
On a cloud of Craigcrook Roses,
Cooled and crowned with Craigcrook Roses.
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DIRGE.
O happy tree;
Green and fragrant tree;
Spring with budding jewels deckt it like a Bride!
All so fair it bloomed,
And the summer air perfumed;
Golden autumn fruitage smiled in crowns of pride.
Green and fragrant tree;
Spring with budding jewels deckt it like a Bride!
All so fair it bloomed,
And the summer air perfumed;
Golden autumn fruitage smiled in crowns of pride.
O human tree;
Waesome wailing tree;
In the winter wind how it rocks! how it grieves!
On a little low grave-mound,
All its bravery lies discrowned:
O'er its fallen fruit it heaps the withered leaves.
Waesome wailing tree;
In the winter wind how it rocks! how it grieves!
On a little low grave-mound,
All its bravery lies discrowned:
O'er its fallen fruit it heaps the withered leaves.
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