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Article THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. ← Page 3 of 6 →
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
But here comes the Snow" A cheer for the snow—the drifting Snow ; Smoother and purer than Beauty ' s brow ; The creature of thought scarce likes to tread On the delicate carpet so richly spread . '
Ay ! and here comes thicker , and ever thicker , those flakes of white , which soon , very soon , shall turn the raven locks into the hoary head , —which , God grant , may prove the " crown of glory "—very soon , we say , for quicker , ever quicker , do the years roll by along the stream of Time" The more we live , more brief appear
Our life ' s succeeding stages ; A day to childhood seems a year , And years like passing ages . The gladsome current of our youth , Ere passion yet disorders , Steals lingering , like a river smooth Along its grassy borders .
But as the care-worn cheek grows wan , And sorrow's shafts fly thicker , Ye stars , that measure life to man , Why seem your courses quicker ? ***** ** Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness ; And those of youth , a seeminff length , Proportion'd to their sweetness . "
And so we shall ever find , in all things , Heaven's compensating hand until old' Horace ' s words shall , for us , have proved true" Years following years steal something every day ; At last they steal us from ourselves away . " Happily for us , then , if Ovid ' s warning note shall have proved less
true" Life steals away and our best hours are gone , Ere the true use , or worth of them , be known !" Many and many an hour has so , alas 1 been wasted , but "let the dead past bury its dead , ' '
aud let us make amends for the future . If , then , that crown of snow can serve to shut out the dead years past , let us rejoice for it as we do for the snowy garb of this our New Year ' s Day" With feathery wreaths the forest is bound , And the hills are with glittering diadems crowned ; 'Tis the fairest scene we can have below .
Sing , welcome , then , to the drifting snow !" What a beautiful provision of Nature it is , covering with a robe of purity the foulness Mid sorry speotacj e 0 f decay ; well then may we join the song of our own English i oetess" I rejoice in it still , and love to see
The ermine mantle on tower and tree ; 'Tis the fairest scene we can have below . Hurrah ! then , hurrah ! for the drifting snow . "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Work Of Nature In The Months.
But here comes the Snow" A cheer for the snow—the drifting Snow ; Smoother and purer than Beauty ' s brow ; The creature of thought scarce likes to tread On the delicate carpet so richly spread . '
Ay ! and here comes thicker , and ever thicker , those flakes of white , which soon , very soon , shall turn the raven locks into the hoary head , —which , God grant , may prove the " crown of glory "—very soon , we say , for quicker , ever quicker , do the years roll by along the stream of Time" The more we live , more brief appear
Our life ' s succeeding stages ; A day to childhood seems a year , And years like passing ages . The gladsome current of our youth , Ere passion yet disorders , Steals lingering , like a river smooth Along its grassy borders .
But as the care-worn cheek grows wan , And sorrow's shafts fly thicker , Ye stars , that measure life to man , Why seem your courses quicker ? ***** ** Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness ; And those of youth , a seeminff length , Proportion'd to their sweetness . "
And so we shall ever find , in all things , Heaven's compensating hand until old' Horace ' s words shall , for us , have proved true" Years following years steal something every day ; At last they steal us from ourselves away . " Happily for us , then , if Ovid ' s warning note shall have proved less
true" Life steals away and our best hours are gone , Ere the true use , or worth of them , be known !" Many and many an hour has so , alas 1 been wasted , but "let the dead past bury its dead , ' '
aud let us make amends for the future . If , then , that crown of snow can serve to shut out the dead years past , let us rejoice for it as we do for the snowy garb of this our New Year ' s Day" With feathery wreaths the forest is bound , And the hills are with glittering diadems crowned ; 'Tis the fairest scene we can have below .
Sing , welcome , then , to the drifting snow !" What a beautiful provision of Nature it is , covering with a robe of purity the foulness Mid sorry speotacj e 0 f decay ; well then may we join the song of our own English i oetess" I rejoice in it still , and love to see
The ermine mantle on tower and tree ; 'Tis the fairest scene we can have below . Hurrah ! then , hurrah ! for the drifting snow . "