A Memorial Volume of Poems

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ...Is amply spent, Intoxicating every breeze That woos the shapely trees. Then mark the craftsman, whose sole charge and care Is to produce A harvest of good fruit, luscious, well grown and fair And fit for use; Bud after bud its life Yields to the knife, He knows without such spoil Fruitless would be his toil. N Were he to leave unpruned each mass of white, Fair though it be, The thickening fruit would grow up rank and light; And each tall tree, Cumber the earth With wasteful dearth; So too with us, we human trees, And therefore are we pruned like these. Therefore it is our dearest joys are ofttimes taken, Though bright and fair, Our sweetest blossoms from our weak hold shaken, That we may bear Good fruit and sweet, Fruit pure and meet To find hereafter grace, Before the Master, s face. %.mta for an lUbum. Heath blooms from the upland, Pink weed from the shore, Snowdrops from the mossy woods, Full of mystic lore. Violets from the shady nook; Blue stars from the brook; Dry and wither'd as ye are, Ye are a speechful book. For every sapless, hueless leaf And every blossom pale; With silent eloquence unfolds Its own, its different tale. Some bring to mind a merry day, And some, sweet favors given, While others point to brighter flow'rs That blossom now in heav'n. ffrfo gear's ag, 1870. Hail, new year! pure and spotless yet As is the babe just born; Hail! smiling, fresh as is the breath Of thine own infant dawn; Thou knowest neither care, nor sin, Nor sorrow, nor regret, How gladly then we'd hail thee in Could we the past forget! Adieu, old year! with all thy care, With all thy tears and strife, Now thou art numbered with the dead We hang upon thy life. With clearer eyes we view past thoughts Thou bringest up in crowds, O would that they could be...