Holly Berries: Or, The Pleasures of Home and the Country: New Stories for the Winter and Summer Holidays of Little People. ; With Illustrations, Brilliantly Printed in Colours

Willis P. Hazard, no. 178 Chestnut Street., 1853 - 151 ˹

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˹ 136 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
˹ 138 - I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper of my age should be Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree. And as, when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves their fadeless hues display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree, So, serious should my youth appear...
˹ 138 - So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem among the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree, III LORD WILLIAM.
˹ 133 - Thou'lt not be a part of the wintry storm, But revive when the sunbeams are yellow and warm, And the flowers from my bosom are peeping. " And then thou shalt have thy choice to be Restored in the lily that decks the lea, In the jessamine bloom, the anemone, Or aught of thy spotless whiteness ; To melt, and be cast in a glittering bead, With the pearls that the night scatters over the mead, In the cup where the...
˹ 135 - And if true to thy word, and just thou art, Like the spirit that dwells in the holiest heart, Unsullied by thee, thou wilt let me depart, And return to my native heaven ; For I would be placed in the beautiful bow, From time to time, in thy sight to glow, So thou may'st remember the Flake of Snow By the promise that God hath given.
˹ 133 - Viola's mild blue eye shall weep, In a tremulous tear, or a diamond leap In a drop from the unlocked fountain ; Or, leaving the valley, the meadow and heath. The streamlet, the flowers, and all beneath, To go and be wove in the silvery wreath Encircling the brow of the mountain.
˹ 137 - Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear Harsh and austere, To those who on my leisure would intrude Reserved and rude, Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be, Like the high leaves upon the holly tree. And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness...
˹ 142 - Christ's birth ; Glory be to God on high, And peace to men on earth. " He bowed to all his Father's will, And meek he was and lowly ; And year by year his thoughts were still Most innocent and holy. He did not come to strive or cry, But ever from his birth, Gave glory unto God on high, And peace to men on earth.
˹ 139 - LAST night I lay a sleeping, When all my prayers were said, With my guardian angel keeping* His watch above my head ; I heard his sweet voice carolling Full softly in my ear, A song for Christian boys to sing, And Christian men to hear. " Thy body be at rest, dear boy ! Thy soul be free from sin ; I'll shield thee from the world's annoy, And breathe pure thoughts within. The holy Christmas tide is nigh, The season of Christ's birth ; Glory be to God on high ! And peace to men on earth. " Myself,...