Lyrics sylvan and sacred. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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[To The Right Honourable and Most Reverend
William Thomson]
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[To The Right Honourable and Most Reverend William Thomson]
If in the multitude of public caresAnd lofty duties which attend thy way,
Thine hand perchance should hold a blooming spray,
Which lately fluttered in sweet morning airs;
Touched by the fragrant message that it bears
From peaceful solitudes, thou mightest say,
‘A simple flower can cheer the burdened day,
And rest the wearied spirit unawares:’
Then for a poet's privilege I pray,
To place this garland underneath thine eye,
Fresh from the fields and woods in which I stray;
Ambitious that amid thy labours high
Haply the blossom of some rural lay
Might waken soothing thoughts of earth or sky.
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