IV. And day by day you might have seen These fibres longer grow; And yet above, no sign of green The life seemed all below. V. But only seemed; for ere they shot Of green upon its crown. VI. And now on each returning morn, VII. And quickly too the flower is seen; It can no longer hide; For, growing faster than the green, Its veil must needs divide. VIII. And higher still it shoots above IX. Yet this were only half its praise: The sweetest perfume, as you gaze, X. And still the best remains to tell : With kind admonishment. XI. 'In us,' each gently whispers, ' trace How needful is the root, Before the lovely flowers of grace From any heart can shoot.' XII. 'Nor less remark, how healthful growth May long unseen abide, And sweetest beauty aye is loath To throw its veil aside.' XIII. 'Enough, if it be found at length To please the gazer's eye, And win him by its grace and strength Himself to follow nigh.' XIV. 'Tis thus each hyacinth, as it grows, Seems every day to preach; And who can choose but follow those That do so sweetly teach? XLVI. THE TIME-PIECE. I. UPON my chimney-shelf a time-piece stood, It was a goodly time-piece to behold. II. Like many however with a face as bland, It differed wholly from the church at hand, III. For haply just at setting of the sun, When every eye the coming night could trace, This time-piece would pronounce it to be one, And still persist with most unblushing face. IV. Feeling that argument were surely vain, V. By opening oft the glass-door of its case, And, with my finger thrust into its face, VI. But this, since it was needful every day, Ere many weeks a tedious labour grew, "Till I was fain to seek some other way Of making this mendacious time-piece true. VII. So, though I knew but little of the nature Of all the cunning works its face behind, Yet, knowing just there was a regulator, The regulator I resolved to find. |