Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs By Walter Thornbury. Illustrated by J. Whistler, F. Walker, John Tenniel, J. D. Watson, W. Small, F. Sandys, G. J. Pinwell, T. Morten, M. J. Lawless, and many others |
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The Hidden Roses.
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The Hidden Roses.
E'en now, within the frozen stems,
June's roses lie concealed,
Till throstles sing, and larks soar up,
And Summer be revealed.
E'en now, in their enchanted sleep
Beneath the frozen clod,
The little baby-blossoms wait
The summons of their God.
June's roses lie concealed,
Till throstles sing, and larks soar up,
And Summer be revealed.
E'en now, in their enchanted sleep
Beneath the frozen clod,
The little baby-blossoms wait
The summons of their God.
The snow-time and the Winter storm
Will vanish like a cloud;
Soon Spring will cast her swallows forth,
And May-trees blossom proud.
Rainbows will arch the sunny air,
Lambs leap in every fold,
And through the dark warm earth pierce through
The crocus flushed with gold.
Will vanish like a cloud;
Soon Spring will cast her swallows forth,
And May-trees blossom proud.
Rainbows will arch the sunny air,
Lambs leap in every fold,
And through the dark warm earth pierce through
The crocus flushed with gold.
Winter, the discrown'd king, will cast
The white mask from his face;
As Spring, his rosy child, with smiles
Beholds the swallows chase.
From Night's black grave, like Lazarus,
The striving day comes forth;
The Winter storm sows seeds of joy
East, west, and south and north.
The white mask from his face;
As Spring, his rosy child, with smiles
Beholds the swallows chase.
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The striving day comes forth;
The Winter storm sows seeds of joy
East, west, and south and north.
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Spring comes with sound of whispering leaves,
And songs of waking birds:
The joy of May-time is too great
To shape itself in words.
Soon buds will widen into flowers,
And Summer be revealed;
E'en now, within the frozen stems,
June's roses lie concealed.
And songs of waking birds:
The joy of May-time is too great
To shape itself in words.
Soon buds will widen into flowers,
And Summer be revealed;
E'en now, within the frozen stems,
June's roses lie concealed.
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