James Montgomery
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
The morning star of flowers.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?