"THEY ARE FLED." FIRST joys of summer! where are ye, The hallow'd tomb, with garlands hung, In memory of the dead, Stands where it stood when leaves were young, But they are fled! Our footsteps climb the dewy hill, And all the vale beneath. E'en still the stream sweeps soft along, And still, awakes our noblest song, Lo! where the bending willows, wave Gone are our friends, and in the grave, Each lingerer on the sear oak bough, And we weep like the forest now, The richness of Jehovah's love, For look on time!-Behold its flight!- THE APPLE TREE. COME, gentle Muse, descend and dwell with me, Then come, blest Muse, instruct a youthful mind, A little tender sprig, snapt from the bough, That lately bore an apple, but which now Must be removed, to strengthen all the rest; And with a double crop next year be blest. The pruner lays the sprig aside with care, Then near the mother tree, he grafts it there, Upon some slender stem; which late did shoot From a small seed, and now had got a root; The life is thus convey'd, from out the earth, And thus, the new-formed tree, receives its birth. He views his tender prize, then in the ground, To give support, he plants a fence around; To guard it, during winter from the storm, And now the milder spring, returns once more, The snow is melted and the frost is o'er ; The little tree, though grafted but last year, Is higher grown, and now the buds appear: The branches thick with leaves are spreading high, Which give it life, and to new branches birth. Thus like a child, which, when it once can run, The nurse is pleased the work, so far, is done; And only now remains, with careful eye, To watch each step, and growing infancy : To teach behaviour, little faults to chide, Nor let the ruling passion roam too wide. And so, the pruner sees 'tis fit, at length, To top this bough, to give the others strength, And from the spring, till spring returns once more, The tree is watched, and pruned, as 'twas before; As April comes, the buds for bloom appear,- At length it stands a full-grown Apple Tree! Have you walked forth in spring, this flower seen?— Though small and green at first, it soon appears, A larger form, and a bright colour wears :— The west-wind comes, and shakes the whole year's crop, Sound ones hang fast, but withered ones they drop. And now the weather changes, and the sun Assists the fruit to ripen, one by one. |