6 The Evergreen. 17 STANZAS. H! backward-looking son of time, Still sweeping through, As idly as in that old day Thou mournest, did thy sires repine, Shall sigh for thine. Yet not the less for them or thou Take heart!-the Master builds again, God works in all things; all obey His first propulsion from the night. With morning light. WHITTIER. A COTTAGE GARDEN. COTTAGE garden; most for use designed, Of richest crimson; while in thorny moss CHARLOTTE SMITH. KNOT-GRASS. By the lone quiet grove. Down in the rural lane, Or on the verdant plain, Everywhere humble, and everywhere green. YOUTH AND AGE. LOWERS are lovely; Love is flower-like; O the joys that came down shower-like, Ere I was old! Ere I was old !-ah, woful ere! Which tells me Youth's no longer here! It cannot be that thou art gone! Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll'd; This drooping gait, this alter'd size; And tears take sunshine from thine eyes! Life is but thought; so think I will That youth and I are house-mates still. COLERIDGE. ¡H, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old; Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the stones decay'd, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mould'ring dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, How closely he twineth, how tight he clings Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. |