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In Memoriam.
In universal nature , ' of Avhich AVC But form a part , to be hi harmony With all the rest of the immense design Of the Almi ghty Architect divine . Peace to thy spirit , my departed friend J May the dull earth lay lightly on thy ashes ,
The wild floAvers that thou loved groAV on thy grave , The birds thou loved to hear sing o'er thy head , For thy heart loved all rural sights ancl sounds .
NOAV thou art gone to perfect peace aud bliss , Where 'tis our cherish'd hope to some clay join Thee in the spirit-land ; meantime on earth AVe oft Avill think of thy kind , genial smEe , As one that never sprang from churlish heart ; And thou in our remembrance long Avill live
, Absent in body truly , but in soul As ever present AA'ith us , until Ave Meet thee again , AA'here partings arc no more . , Rose Cottage , Stokeslcy .
The Work Of Nature In The Months.
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .
BY BRO . EEV . AV . TEBBS . X . APKIL . ¦ "WELCOME , 0 sweet caprice of smiles ami tears ! Spoilt darling , with the fickle , flashing , eyes , Trembling 'twixt joy and foolish happy fears ,
Now laughing loud , now shivering through with sighs . Pleasant , art thou , young sister of the Spring , Light dancing o ' er the golden fronded moss ; To thy fresh notes the merry echoes ring , AAtiile larches shake their emerald tassels loose . Soft Aphrodite waits with myrtle crown To grace thee as the First Love of the World , To soothe thy sigh , beguile thy fretted frown , And kiss away thy anger , raiu-empearled . Shine out , then , tenderly , betwitcbing elf , Earth hath no fairer child than thy fair self !"
Who loves not April—sunny , but treacherous ? Say not so , but , rather , " of changeful mood . " Who Avdcoincs not tlie April day , the picture of our lives ?—"AA'hen the warm sun , that brings Seed-time and harvest , has returned again , 'Tis sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of tlie plain .
" I love the season well , AA'hen forest glades are teeming with bright forms , "Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming on of storms .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
In Memoriam.
In universal nature , ' of Avhich AVC But form a part , to be hi harmony With all the rest of the immense design Of the Almi ghty Architect divine . Peace to thy spirit , my departed friend J May the dull earth lay lightly on thy ashes ,
The wild floAvers that thou loved groAV on thy grave , The birds thou loved to hear sing o'er thy head , For thy heart loved all rural sights ancl sounds .
NOAV thou art gone to perfect peace aud bliss , Where 'tis our cherish'd hope to some clay join Thee in the spirit-land ; meantime on earth AVe oft Avill think of thy kind , genial smEe , As one that never sprang from churlish heart ; And thou in our remembrance long Avill live
, Absent in body truly , but in soul As ever present AA'ith us , until Ave Meet thee again , AA'here partings arc no more . , Rose Cottage , Stokeslcy .
The Work Of Nature In The Months.
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .
BY BRO . EEV . AV . TEBBS . X . APKIL . ¦ "WELCOME , 0 sweet caprice of smiles ami tears ! Spoilt darling , with the fickle , flashing , eyes , Trembling 'twixt joy and foolish happy fears ,
Now laughing loud , now shivering through with sighs . Pleasant , art thou , young sister of the Spring , Light dancing o ' er the golden fronded moss ; To thy fresh notes the merry echoes ring , AAtiile larches shake their emerald tassels loose . Soft Aphrodite waits with myrtle crown To grace thee as the First Love of the World , To soothe thy sigh , beguile thy fretted frown , And kiss away thy anger , raiu-empearled . Shine out , then , tenderly , betwitcbing elf , Earth hath no fairer child than thy fair self !"
Who loves not April—sunny , but treacherous ? Say not so , but , rather , " of changeful mood . " Who Avdcoincs not tlie April day , the picture of our lives ?—"AA'hen the warm sun , that brings Seed-time and harvest , has returned again , 'Tis sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of tlie plain .
" I love the season well , AA'hen forest glades are teeming with bright forms , "Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming on of storms .