A WINTER'S WALK HE night was winter in its roughest mood; THE The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elms, The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me. And learning wiser grow without his books. COWPER THE FIRST NOWELL HE first Nowell the angel did say THE Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, Born is the King of Israel. They looked up and saw a star And by the light of that same star This Star drew nigh to the North-West, Then entered in those Wise Men three Then let us all with one accord, Sing praises to our Heavenly Lord, That hath made Heaven and earth of nought Born is the King of Israel. Old Carol I MY PSALM MOURN no more my vanished years: An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. The west winds blow, and singing low, No longer forward nor behind The airs of spring may never play The woods shall wear their robes of praise, And sweet calm days in golden haze And so the shadows fall apart, WHITTIER SUNRISE A DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim But forth one wavelet, then another curled, the world. ROBERT BROWNING I HELD it truth with him who sings But who shall so forecast the years Or reach a hand through time to catch Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drowned, Than that the victor hours should scorn TENNYSON |