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Article BIDE A WEE, AND DINNA FRET. ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. Page 1 of 7 →
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Bide A Wee, And Dinna Fret.
The Clouds have silver lining , Don ' t forget ; And though he ' s hidden , still the sun is shining—Courage ! instead of tears and vain repining , Just bide a ivee , and dinna fret . With toil and cares unending
, Art beset ? Bethink thee , how the storms from heaven descending Snap the stiff oak , but spare the willoAV bending , And bide a wee , ancl dinna fret .
Grief sharper sting doth borroAV From regret ; But yesterday is gone , and shall its sorroiv Unfit us for the present , aud the morroAV 1 Nay : bide a ivee , ancl dinna fret . An over-anxious brooding
Doth beget A host of fears and fantasies deluding ; Then , brother , lest these torments be intruding , Just bide a wee , and dinna fret .
The Work Of Nature In The Months.
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .
¦ BY BEO . REV . AV . TEBBS . XL MAY . " Love in her eyes , sweet promise on her lips , Blossomed abundance in her tender arms , Bird music heralding her sunlit steps ,
AVinds hushed aud mute in reverence of her charms . Maid veiled in Vesses flecked with gems of dew , White lily crowned and clad in 'broidered green , Smiling till hoar and eld their youth renew , And vest themselves in robes of verdant sheen . Where fall her dainty feet meek daisies blow , Lifting their fire-touched lips to court a kiss ; Heart beats to heart and soft cheeks warmly glow , With budding hopes of love , and joy , aud bliss . Fern banners wave , and harebells welcome ring , As trips across the meads the Bride of Spring . "
Now sing the birds , now wave the tree-boughs hig h towards heaven , now springs the opening flower , and every rivulet sparkling and dancing in the sunshine joins Nature ' s laughing chorus , for it is " The merry month of May . " les!—" The winter it is past , and the summer conies at last , And the small birds sing on every tree ; Now everything is gladwhile I am very sad
, , Since my true love is parted from me . " The rose upon the brier by the waters running clear , May have charms for the linnet or the bee ; Their little loves are blest , and their little hearts at rest , But my true love is parted from me . "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Bide A Wee, And Dinna Fret.
The Clouds have silver lining , Don ' t forget ; And though he ' s hidden , still the sun is shining—Courage ! instead of tears and vain repining , Just bide a ivee , and dinna fret . With toil and cares unending
, Art beset ? Bethink thee , how the storms from heaven descending Snap the stiff oak , but spare the willoAV bending , And bide a wee , ancl dinna fret .
Grief sharper sting doth borroAV From regret ; But yesterday is gone , and shall its sorroiv Unfit us for the present , aud the morroAV 1 Nay : bide a ivee , ancl dinna fret . An over-anxious brooding
Doth beget A host of fears and fantasies deluding ; Then , brother , lest these torments be intruding , Just bide a wee , and dinna fret .
The Work Of Nature In The Months.
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS .
¦ BY BEO . REV . AV . TEBBS . XL MAY . " Love in her eyes , sweet promise on her lips , Blossomed abundance in her tender arms , Bird music heralding her sunlit steps ,
AVinds hushed aud mute in reverence of her charms . Maid veiled in Vesses flecked with gems of dew , White lily crowned and clad in 'broidered green , Smiling till hoar and eld their youth renew , And vest themselves in robes of verdant sheen . Where fall her dainty feet meek daisies blow , Lifting their fire-touched lips to court a kiss ; Heart beats to heart and soft cheeks warmly glow , With budding hopes of love , and joy , aud bliss . Fern banners wave , and harebells welcome ring , As trips across the meads the Bride of Spring . "
Now sing the birds , now wave the tree-boughs hig h towards heaven , now springs the opening flower , and every rivulet sparkling and dancing in the sunshine joins Nature ' s laughing chorus , for it is " The merry month of May . " les!—" The winter it is past , and the summer conies at last , And the small birds sing on every tree ; Now everything is gladwhile I am very sad
, , Since my true love is parted from me . " The rose upon the brier by the waters running clear , May have charms for the linnet or the bee ; Their little loves are blest , and their little hearts at rest , But my true love is parted from me . "