Cottage Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about Cottage Poems.

Cottage Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about Cottage Poems.

So oft when Sabbaths bade us rest,
And heavenly zeal inspired your breast,
Obedient to the high behest
      You preached to all,
Whilst God your zealous efforts blessed,
      And owned your call.

The very thought my soul inspires,
And kindles bright her latent fires;
My Muse feels heart-warm fond desires,
      And spreads her wing,
And aims to join th’ angelic choirs,
      And sweetly sing.

May rosy Health with speed return,
And all your wonted ardour burn,
And sickness buried in his urn,
      Sleep many years! 
So, countless friends who loudly mourn,
      Shall dry their tears!

Your wailing flock will all rejoice
To hear their much-loved shepherd’s voice,
And long will bless the happy choice
      Their hearts have made,
And tuneful mirth will swell the noise
      Through grove and glade.

Your dearer half will join with me
To celebrate the jubilee,
And praise the Great Eternal Three
      With throbbing joy,
And taste those pleasures pure and free
      Which never cloy.

THE HAPPY COTTAGERS.

One sunny morn of May,
   When dressed in flowery green
The dewy landscape, charmed
   With Nature’s fairest scene,
      In thoughtful mood
         I slowly strayed
      O’er hill and dale,
         Through bush and glade.

Throughout the cloudless sky
   Of light unsullied blue,
The larks their matins raised,
   Whilst on my dizzy view,
      Like dusky motes,
         They winged their way
      Till vanished in
         The blaze of day.

The linnets sweetly sang
   On every fragrant thorn,
Whilst from the tangled wood
   The blackbirds hailed the morn;
      And through the dew
         Ran here and there,
      But half afraid,
         The startled hare.

The balmy breeze just kissed
   The countless dewy gems
Which decked the yielding blade
   Or gilt the sturdy stems,
      And gently o’er
         The charmed sight
      A deluge shed
         Of trembling light.

A sympathetic glow
   Ran through my melting soul,
And calm and sweet delight
   O’er all my senses stole;
      And through my heart
         A grateful flood
      Of joy rolled on
         To Nature’s God.

Time flew unheeded by,
   Till wearied and oppressed,
Upon a flowery bank
   I laid me down to rest;
      Beneath my feet
         A purling stream
      Ran glittering in
         The noontide beam.

I turned me round to view
   The lovely rural scene;
And, just at hand, I spied
   A cottage on the green;
      The street was clean,
         The walls were white,
      The thatch was neat,
         The window bright.

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