When youthful spring around us breathes, ST. AGNES. BY TENNYSON. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows The shadows of the convent-towers Still creeping with the creeping hours Make Thou my spirit pure and clear Or this first snowdrop of the year As these white robes are soiled and dark As this pale taper's earthly spark To yonder argent round; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee; So in mine earthly house I am To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far He lifts me to the golden doors, For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, One Sabbath deep and wide- THE RIVULET. BY TENNYSON. I COME from haunts of coot and hern, By thirty hills I hurry down, Till last by Philip's farm I flow I chatter over stony ways, With many a curve my banks I fret With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow I wind about, and in and out, And here and there a foamy flake With many a silvery waterbreak And draw them all along, and flow I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, I murmur under moon and stars I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow, A FAREWELL. BY TENNYSON. FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, No more to thee my steps shall be, Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, No where by thee my steps shall be, But here will sigh thine alder tree, A thousand suns will stream on thee, THE BIRTH OF CHRIST. BY TENNYSON. THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid; the night is still; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound. Each voice four changes on the wind, Rise, happy morn! rise, holy morn! LAZARUS AND MARY. BY TENNYSON. HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Then one deep love doth supersede |