Poems (David)/To Violets wet with dew
TO VIOLETS, WET WITH DEW.
OH! glancing from the woodland glades,
Comes the violet's modest eye,
Thus smiling up thro' forest shades,
In robe of white, or purple dye.
Comes the violet's modest eye,
Thus smiling up thro' forest shades,
In robe of white, or purple dye.
Herald of gay and laughing Spring,
Wafting thy rich perfume around;
To earth alone could angels bring
The bloom that to my heart is bound!
Wafting thy rich perfume around;
To earth alone could angels bring
The bloom that to my heart is bound!
The diamond dew-drops as they lay,
Thus trembling in the April sun,—
All bright and beaming 'neath his ray,
They fade ere yet the noon's begun.
Thus trembling in the April sun,—
All bright and beaming 'neath his ray,
They fade ere yet the noon's begun.
Dew-drops, poised on buds so slender,
Falling when the world is robed in sleep:
Ye are the tears, soft and tender,
That Christ for man could only weep!
Falling when the world is robed in sleep:
Ye are the tears, soft and tender,
That Christ for man could only weep!
Would, bright as crystal drops of dew
Our love to God still clearer stand;
Each weary soul retrace anew
The records of His mighty Hand!
Our love to God still clearer stand;
Each weary soul retrace anew
The records of His mighty Hand!
Would, dear gentle flower, that we
Might leave, in death, a name like thine;
And our lives would more truly be
An image of our Lord Divine!
Might leave, in death, a name like thine;
And our lives would more truly be
An image of our Lord Divine!