The earliest lesson taught at school) One as with fondness you embrace, One as the virtues you pursue, One faith, one hope, one joy, one love, Through all the future show, One in the register above, One too in that below. May, 1860. PRAISE FOR SPRING. For the bursting seed and flower, Be Thy name O Lord extolled. For the herb for man and beast, In the garden and the field, For the rain drops which distil, For the gladness of the groves, For the harvest wealth in store, Praise from grateful hearts we pour, For the corn as yet in blade, Be our hearts' best homage paid, May 8, 1860. TO A LITTLE BOY. What carest thou for time and space, Although the letters thou canst trace, What carest thou for abstract things, Horses and oxen thou hast seen, The land, the sea, the sky above, The fields, the flowers, the herbs, the trees, Thou lookest on them all in love, All, all thy youthful fancy please. And these will lead thee up in time, To truths which now thou canst not see, Profound, mysterious, and sublime, Time, space, and immortality. May 9, 1860. TO A DAISY. I love you best, you pretty flower, Or, opening to the morning's rays, Or closing to the evening's dews, Your beauty, daisy, I will praise, And from your gayer rivals choose. You tempt me not, you rather shun, And fold your leaves at evening's hour. I love the simple, modest guise, In which you show within the field, The light reflecting of the skies, Or with the silver dew-drops sealed. The stars which show in yonder sky Within their orbits as they roll. Secure upon your stem you are, Until your leaves the earth shall strew, Which shines in yonder vault of blue. May 9, 1860. TO GARIBALDI ON HIS EXPEDITION INTO SICILY. Go, lion-hearted go, The fingers which unsheathe Thy glittering weapon, now Shall grasp the conqueror's wreath. Go, lion-hearted, go, Although the waters rave, Through them thy ship shall plough, Go, lion-hearted, go, The tyrant's cheek grows pale; Thou never yet didst fail. |