The HOLLY TREE. By ROBERT SOUTHEY. I. O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheists sophistries. II. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen No grazing cattle thro' their prickly round But as they grow where nothing is to fear, III. I love to view these things with curious eyes And moralize; And in the wisdom of the Holly Tree Can emblems see Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, Such as may profit in the after-time. IV. So, tho' abroad perchance I might appear To those who on my leisure would intrude Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be V. And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. VI. And as when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves their fadeless hues display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see What then so chearful as the Holly Tree ? VII. So serious should my youth appear among So would I seem amid the young and gay That in my age as chearful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree. YOUTH AND AGE. With chearful step the traveller Pursues his early way, When first the dimly-dawning east Reveals the rising day. He bounds along his craggy road, And if the mist retiring slow, But when behind the western clouds Departs the fading day, How wearily the traveller Pursues his evening way! B Then sorely o'er the craggy road And slow with many a feeble pause, He labours up the steep. And if the mists of night close round, So cheerfully does youth begin |