TO THE BLUE GENTIAN ON A HIGH ALP.
BY RICHARD GLOVER, M.A.
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Sweet eye, so blue, So soft, so true!
Thou lookest at me lovingly, As if to say This toilsome day,
"Cheer up, O traveller, on thy way!"
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II.
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Blue eye, so clear, Methinks thy tear
Wells up towards me tenderly As down I bend; And straight doth send
Message — "E'en here thou hast a friend!"
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III.
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Blue eye, so bright, With heaven's own light
Mellowed, but beaming cheerily, Evangelist! Thou say'st, I wist,
"He cares who made: put trust in Christ!"
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IV.
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Blue eye, so warm Midst cold and storm,
I hear thy silent homily — "Adversity May compass thee;
His love is constant who loves me!"
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V.
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Sweet mountain flower, In trouble's hour,
When I perhaps may wearily Lie lone and drear And needing cheer,
I'll think of all thou hast said here.
Sunday Magazine.
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