CXXXVIII. . Strickland 1. FAIR lilies of Jerusalem, Ye wear the same array As when imperial Judah's stem By sacred Jordan's desert tide As when your simple charms outvied Ye flourished when the captive band, In hostile lands to weep and dream Ye have survived Judea's throne, And seen proud Salem sitting lone, But, lilies of Jerusalem, Through every change ye shine; Your golden urns unfading gem The fields of Palestine! CXXXIX. Ebenezer Elliott SPRING, summer, autumn, winter, Come duly as of old; Winds blow, suns set, and morning saith, "Ye hills, put on your gold." The song of Homer liveth, Thy splendid name, Pythagoras, But Babylon and Memphis Are letters traced in dust: Read them, earth's tyrants! ponder well They rose, while all the depths of guilt They fell, because on fraud and force Truth, mercy, knowledge, justice, CXL. Herbert SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright, Bridal of earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die! Sweet rose! in air whose odours wave, And colour charms the eye; Thy root is ever in its grave, Sweet spring! of days and roses made, Whose charms for beauty vie; Thy days depart, thy roses fade, Only a sweet and holy soul While flowers decay, and seasons roll, CXLI. bravin THE wintry winds have ceased to blow, And trembling leaves appear; And fairest flowers succeed the snow, And hail the infant year. So when the world and all its woes Fair scenes and wonderful repose 'Tis but a sleep-and power divine O'er dreams of sorrow fled. Yes! wintry winds have ceased to blow, Throughout the varying year. As Ocean rolls its billows to the shore, CXLIII. Barbaulo. SWEET is the scene when virtue dies, So fades a summer-cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. Its duty done, as sinks the clay, |