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Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton
Wilton, Richard
  
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[dedication]

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RONDEAUX.
  
To the Reader.
 I. 
I. “LUX MEA CHRISTUS;” CHRIST BE MY LIGHT.
 II. 
II. MY WINDOW BIRDS.
 III. 
III. SWAN AND CYGNETS.
 IV. 
IV. SNOWDROPS AND ACONITES.
 V. 
V. THE SNOWDROP DIES.
 VI. 
VI. THE THRUSH.
 VIII. 
VIII. THE CELANDINE.
 IX. 
IX. ANEMONES, OR WIND-FLOWERS.
 XI. 
XI. SWEET VIOLETS.
 XII. 
XII. SAD AND ALONE.
 XV. 
XV. O'ER UNKNOWN GRAVES.
 XVI. 
XVI. ON A WREATH OF FLOWERS FROM JERUSALEM.
 XVII. 
XVII. ON A PICTURE OF A PASSION-FLOWER UPON A CROSS.
 XVIII. 
XVIII. SWEET EYES OF BLUE.
 XXI. 
XXI. THE SEPULCHRE.
 XXII. 
XXII. ASCENSION-DAY.
 XXIII. 
XXIII “SPRING UP, O WELL!”
 XXIV. 
XXIV. SWEET MELMERBY.
 XXV. 
XXV. GLENCRIPISDALE.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. GOD WILL PROVIDE.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. TREASURE IN HEAVEN.
 XXIX. 
XXIX. SNOWDROPS IN SNOW.
 XXX. 
XXX. HEAVEN ON THE EARTH.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. “THE LORD IS THERE.”
 XXXII. 
XXXII. MOTHER AND CHILD.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. THE WOODBINE IN THE WOOD.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV. MY LITTLE GIRLS.
 XXXV. 
XXXV. A DAUGHTER'S LOVE.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI. TO FRIENDS ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR WEDDING-DAY.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. TO FRIENDS SOJOURNING AMONG THE VAUDOIS.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. WHEN NATURE DROOPS;
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. WHEN NATURE WAKES;
 XL. 
XL. SWEETNESS AND STRENGTH.
 XLI. 
XLI. “BE OF GOOD CHEER.”
 XLII. 
XLII. ON THE RECENT DISCOVERY OF AN ANGLO-SAXON BURYING-PLACE IN LONDESBOROUGH PARK.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. WOODS O' DUNMORE.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. ON MY HIGHLAND HARE.
 XLV. 
XLV. EAST WIND IN JUNE.
 XLVI. 
XLVI. MY SPECTACLES.
 XLVII. 
XLVII. A CUP OF TEA,
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII. THE SOOTHING LYRE.
 XLIX. 
XLIX. SOWING.
 L. 
L. ANOTHER YEAR.
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SONNETS.

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XXII. ASCENSION-DAY.

Ascension-Day, the crown of Spring,
Thy praises let the woodlands ring,
Let music flow from every spray—
A mingled but harmonious lay—
Or soar aloft on the lark's wing.
Let opening blossoms incense fling,
And silky leaves their banners bring,
While mounting sap attests thy sway,
Ascension-day.
My soul, my glory, rise and sing,
Bursting the chains which bind and cling:
Still let me climb the Heavenward way;
Till, while I praise and work and pray,
'Tis always, through my Lord and King,
Ascension-day!
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