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And now, here, at a vast distance from that home, after so many events of so many years, the feeling of gratitude which agitated the breast of the boy, expressed itself on paper. The carnation has long since faded, but it now bloometh afresh." Douglas Jerrold. The hearty ringing laugh of a child is sweet music to the ear.
Again I mind me of a rhyme concerning this which sayeth: The Dry Tree shall be seen On the green earth, and green The Well-spring shall arise For the hope of the wise. They are one which were twain, The Tree bloometh again, And the Well-spring hath come From the waste to the home.
Blithely bloometh mead and bank; And blithely buds the tree; And hark! they bring the Summer home; It has no home with me! They have outlawed him my Summer! An outlaw far away! The birds may sing, the flowers may bloom, O, give me back my May!"
The gentleman smiled at the whimsical answer, tossed off his glass of port, and began. "Lady mine! lady mine! Take the rosy wreath I twine, All its sweets are less than thine, Lady, lady mine! The blush that on thy cheek is found Bloometh fresh the whole year round; Thy sweet breath as sweet gives sound, Lady, lady mine! "Lady mine! lady mine!
It despiseth also all bitter-sweet wisdom: for verily, there is also wisdom that bloometh in the dark, a night-shade wisdom, which ever sigheth: "All is vain!" Shy distrust is regarded by it as base, and every one who wanteth oaths instead of looks and hands: also all over-distrustful wisdom, for such is the mode of cowardly souls.
"Let me perish but here's notable change!" says he, surveying my rich attire, so that I yearned for my rags again. "Here is strange metamorphosis! The sullen and rustic Cymon bloometh at Beauty's mandate, Caliban is tamed!" At the which sally his companions giggled again. "Sir," quoth I, and awkwardly enough, "I am in no mood for your pleasantries.
But, transplanted thence, it fades, For it bloometh only Neath the shadow of the Cross, In a valley lonely. Love, hope, and patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school. The avenue of Martindale budded with tender green, and in it walked Theodora, watching for the arrival of the sister-in-law, scarcely seen for nearly four years.
At last he found it all and clearing his throat, sang merrily: "In the blossoming hedge the robin cock sings, For the sun it is merry and bright, And he joyfully hops and he flutters his wings, For his heart is all full of delight. For the May bloometh fair, And there's little of care, And plenty to eat in the Maytime rare.
At last he found it all and clearing his throat, sang merrily: "In the blossoming hedge the robin cock sings, For the sun it is merry and bright, And he joyfully hops and he flutters his wings, For his heart is all full of delight. For the May bloometh fair, And there's little of care, And plenty to eat in the Maytime rare.
Blithely bloometh mead and bank; And blithely buds the tree; And hark! they bring the Summer home; It has no home with me! They have outlawed him my Summer! An outlaw far away! The birds may sing, the flowers may bloom, O, give me back my May!"
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