No sculptured columns there are found, But yet it wears a lovely grace It may be that the seats are old, It may be there is naught to please No beauty there may find. But old associations cling Around the sacred spot, Which make me find a charm therein That others notice not. For there my memory travels back, While spirits of a by-gone day And whisper through the shady aisles, And glide along the floor. 'Twas there my mother led me first, Across the churchyard sod, And taught my little lips to lisp The holy name of God; And one, whose love in youth I sought My lot in life to share, Has passed with me beneath its porch, And sat beside me there. Thus, thoughts of childhood's innocence And dreams of early love Have underneath that roof appeared As blessings from above; While often on the day of rest, The sweetest of the seven, That earthly temple's quietude Seemed like a glimpse of heaven. Long, long may I, with gladdened heart, Frequent the dear old place, As long as life has left a spark, Or memory a trace! And, when at length the summons comes Of Heaven's wise decree, That calls me from this world away, Another world to see,— I would not that my bones should lie Within some mighty minster hid In costly tomb and great : But I would choose some peaceful nook, Where underneath the turf they might That often in the evening-time, When summer skies are fair, And all the villagers go up Into the house of prayer,— Their feet, along the well-known path, And, when their holy hymns arise And out into the churchyard steal, TH SPRING. HE Spring went forth in triumph And throw a trail of beauty Beneath her fairy flight, To clothe the woods with verdure, And over hill and valley To cast her wreath of flow'rs. The skies were bright above her; A welcome upward sent ; The winter, at her advent, And trembled at her presence, And drew their curtain back, Above the hills she hovered, While underneath her feet Then through the woods she rambled, The violet she woke, And at her gentle summons The primrose upward broke :— Until with bud and blossom The ground was thick and bright, As shine the stars of heaven Meanwhile, as ever onward With joyful wing she flew, Till over all the landscape The bloom of youth appeared, And earth's ten thousand forests And, in her train awaking, No longer sad and silent, On every side was heard : |