Sweet smile of hope, delicious tear! And Nature bid her blossoms bloom. And thou, O Virgin Queen of Spring! Unfold thy robes of purest white Unsullied from their darksome grave, And thy soft petals' silvery light In the mild breeze unfettered wave. THE BUTTERFLY. HILD of the Sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And where the flowers of Paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, Expand and shut with silent ecstasy!— Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept ! And such is Man: soon from his cell of clay To burst a Seraph in the blaze of day! HYMN FOR JUNE. 115 HYMN FOR JUNE. "He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love."-1 John iv. 8. HY comes this fragrance on the Summer breeze, That form these gay, though solitary bowers! Why bursts such melody from tree and bush, Awhile to listen, but would take its part? Why leaps the streamlet down the mountain's side, In starry heavens, at the midnight hour, In ever-varying hues at morning's dawn, In forest, river, lake, rock, hill, and lawn, Is it a fallen world on which I gaze? It is as if an unseen spirit strove To grave upon my heart, that God is Love! Yet would'st thou see, my soul, this truth displayed In characters which wondering angels read, And read, adoring; go, imploring aid To gaze with faith, behold the Saviour bleed! Thy God in human form! oh, what can prove, If this suffice thee not, that God is Love? Cling to His cross, and let thy ceaseless prayer Be, that thy grasp may fail not! and, ere long, Thou shalt ascend to that fair temple, where In strains ecstatic an innumerous throng |