But by the dusty road, Where tired feet Toil to and fro, Where flaunting sin May see thy heavenly hue, LITTLE WHITE LILY. GEORGE MACDONALD. LITTLE White Lily Drooping and waiting Till the sun shone. Little white Lily Drest like a bride! Shining with whiteness, And crowned beside! Little white Lily Little white Lily To have fresh rain! Heat cannot burn me, Little white Lily Rain at her feet. "Thanks to the sunshine, Thanks to the rain! Little white Lily Is happy again!" TO VIOLETS. ROBERT HERRICK. WELCOME, Maids of Honor, You do bring In the spring And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and fair; Yet you are More sweet than any. Y' are the Maiden Posies And so graced To be placed 'Fore damask roses. Yet, though thus respected, By and by Ye do lie, Poor girls, neglected. VIOLETS. J. MOULTRIE. UNDER the green hedges after the snow, Sweet as the roses, and blue as the sky, THE RIVER. CAROLINE B. SOUTHEY. RIVER! River! little River! Bright you sparkle on your way, River! River! swelling River! On you rush o'er rough and smooth- River! River! brimming River! Tending onward to the ocean, River! River! rapid River! Swifter now you slip away; Through a channel dark and narrow, River! River! headlong River! THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH. JOSEPH ADDISON. THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Soon as the evening shades prevail, |