Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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THE BLUE, BRIGHT SKIES. |
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THE BLUE, BRIGHT SKIES.
The blue, bright Skies are full of smiles,
The opening smiles of spring;
Some few soft clouds look but like isles,
Rosy and blossoming!—
The opening smiles of spring;
Some few soft clouds look but like isles,
Rosy and blossoming!—
Spring after spring hath smiled away
The winter from the world,
Since first I hailed the light of day,
To my glad sight unfurled.
The winter from the world,
Since first I hailed the light of day,
To my glad sight unfurled.
And have I with true wisdom stored
Deep Nature's lessons pure;
And still increased the costly hoard,
Still made it more secure.—
Deep Nature's lessons pure;
And still increased the costly hoard,
Still made it more secure.—
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And do I evermore incline
A fond attentive ear,
And seek to make her wisdom mine,
And ever hold her dear.
A fond attentive ear,
And seek to make her wisdom mine,
And ever hold her dear.
If not—yon bunch of dew-dropped flowers,
The treasure of the bee—
The children of these fleeting hours,
Are wiser far than me.
The treasure of the bee—
The children of these fleeting hours,
Are wiser far than me.
And while they shine out in the sun,
On yon fair grassy knoll,
A nobler, loftier race they run
Than my immortal Soul!—
On yon fair grassy knoll,
A nobler, loftier race they run
Than my immortal Soul!—
Shame on the immortal soul, then, shame!—
That thus its duty shuns,
Forgets each loftier, lovelier aim,
And ill the great race runs.
That thus its duty shuns,
Forgets each loftier, lovelier aim,
And ill the great race runs.
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Spring, if I hitherto have been
Obdurate, cold, and blind,
Now let thy softly opening scene
Impress my wakened mind.
Obdurate, cold, and blind,
Now let thy softly opening scene
Impress my wakened mind.
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