Speed therefore all ye flowers
That gleam upon the pastures,
Ye white and yellow come
And make the field your smiling home.
A thousand times more comely
Your cheerful features lively,
Than all the gems that shine
In royal crown of princely line.
How pleasant then to roam
Through field and forest home,
And listen to the song
Of birds that carol long.
THE LILY AND THE ROSE.
Once I saw two flowers blossom
In a garden 'neath the hill,
One a lily fair and handsome,
And one a rose with crimson frill;
Erect the rose would lift its pennon
And survey the garden round,
While the lily--lovely minion!
Meekly rested on a mound.
Tempest came and blew the garden,
Forthwith the rose fell to the ground,
While the lily, like brave maiden,
Steadfast stood the stormy bound;
The red rose trusting to its prowess
Fell beneath the wind and rain,
While the lily in its meekness
Firm did on its stalk remain.
THE CIRCLING OF THE MEAD HORNS.
Fill the blue horn, the blue buffalo horn:
Natural is mead in the buffalo horn:
As the cuckoo in spring, as the lark in the morn,
So natural is mead in the buffalo horn.
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