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Article THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. ← Page 2 of 8 →
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
Should we not , instead of grumbling , think ofandputin action a 'Brother ' s' touching Avords 1—"Oh ye ! who , sunk in beds of down , Feel not a want but what yourselves create , Think , for a moment , on his wretched fate , "Whom Mends and fortune quite disown !" Affliction ' s sons are brothers in distress ;
A brother to relieve , how exquisite the bliss !" The sufferer ancl the season are alike read y to our hand , let us seize the opportunit y feeling that' deep this truth iinpress'd my mind—Thro' all His works abroad , The heart , benevolent and kind , The most resembles God . "
Perhaps , hoAvever , Ave are flower-lovers , and , like Hood , we are not fond of that indoors makeshift , the so-called winter nosegay" Oh , wither'd "Winter blossoms , Dowsger-flowers , —the December vanity . In antiquated visages and bosoms , — "What are ye plaun'd for Unless to stand for Emblems , and peevish morals of humanity ?
Away ! dull Aveeds , Born without beneficial use or needs ! Fit only to deck our winding-sheets : And then not for the milkmaid ' s funeral bloom , Or fair Fidele ' s tomb—To tantalise , —vile cheats ! Some prodigal bee , with hopes of after-sweets , Frigid and rigid . As if ye never knew One drop of dew .
Or the warm sun resplendent ; Indifferent of culture and of care , Giving no sAveets back to the fostering air , Churlishly independent—I hate ye of all breeds ! Yea , all that live so selfishly—to self , And not by interchange of kindly deeds—Hence!—from my shelf !"
Well , Ave need not remain to grumble even at these , for if we Avander out of doors , Ave shall soon find a feAV flowers if not as yet " Out of the bosom of the Air , Out of the cloudfolds of her garments shaken , Over tbe woodlands brown and bare , Over the harvest fields forsaken , Silent , and soft , and slow Descends the snow . "
And even then we may Avait patiently for some day of sunshine to dissolve Winter ' s snowy pall , and we shall presentl y be able to gather our Winter-garland . The first Ave chance to find is a very humble little plant , so much so , indeed , that we may perhaps think it beneath our notice , we mean the Groundsel ! , which our feathered favourites knoAv better than to despise . Its bri ght green succulent leaves and . faintly yellow floAvers and white seed-tufts hardly need description . Another plant beloved of birds is the tiny , white-flowered Ohickweed . Another favourite Avith them , which , too , floAvers throughout the entire year is the Shepherd ' s Purse . This little plant is perfectly
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Work Of Nature In The Months.
Should we not , instead of grumbling , think ofandputin action a 'Brother ' s' touching Avords 1—"Oh ye ! who , sunk in beds of down , Feel not a want but what yourselves create , Think , for a moment , on his wretched fate , "Whom Mends and fortune quite disown !" Affliction ' s sons are brothers in distress ;
A brother to relieve , how exquisite the bliss !" The sufferer ancl the season are alike read y to our hand , let us seize the opportunit y feeling that' deep this truth iinpress'd my mind—Thro' all His works abroad , The heart , benevolent and kind , The most resembles God . "
Perhaps , hoAvever , Ave are flower-lovers , and , like Hood , we are not fond of that indoors makeshift , the so-called winter nosegay" Oh , wither'd "Winter blossoms , Dowsger-flowers , —the December vanity . In antiquated visages and bosoms , — "What are ye plaun'd for Unless to stand for Emblems , and peevish morals of humanity ?
Away ! dull Aveeds , Born without beneficial use or needs ! Fit only to deck our winding-sheets : And then not for the milkmaid ' s funeral bloom , Or fair Fidele ' s tomb—To tantalise , —vile cheats ! Some prodigal bee , with hopes of after-sweets , Frigid and rigid . As if ye never knew One drop of dew .
Or the warm sun resplendent ; Indifferent of culture and of care , Giving no sAveets back to the fostering air , Churlishly independent—I hate ye of all breeds ! Yea , all that live so selfishly—to self , And not by interchange of kindly deeds—Hence!—from my shelf !"
Well , Ave need not remain to grumble even at these , for if we Avander out of doors , Ave shall soon find a feAV flowers if not as yet " Out of the bosom of the Air , Out of the cloudfolds of her garments shaken , Over tbe woodlands brown and bare , Over the harvest fields forsaken , Silent , and soft , and slow Descends the snow . "
And even then we may Avait patiently for some day of sunshine to dissolve Winter ' s snowy pall , and we shall presentl y be able to gather our Winter-garland . The first Ave chance to find is a very humble little plant , so much so , indeed , that we may perhaps think it beneath our notice , we mean the Groundsel ! , which our feathered favourites knoAv better than to despise . Its bri ght green succulent leaves and . faintly yellow floAvers and white seed-tufts hardly need description . Another plant beloved of birds is the tiny , white-flowered Ohickweed . Another favourite Avith them , which , too , floAvers throughout the entire year is the Shepherd ' s Purse . This little plant is perfectly