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THE EMIGRANT MECHANIC
AND OTHER TALES
IN VERSE,
TOGETHER WITH
Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects
By Thomas Cowherd
PREFACE.
The Author of this volume does not feel much apology necessary for its
publication, though the world is already flooded with Rhyme, upon
almost every conceivable subject, and most of it of a very mediocre
character.
Though living but a short time upon a Bush farm, my experiences were of
such a practical nature as to entitle me to speak with confidence on
many rural matters. The religious opinions so frequently and strongly
expressed are the result of a careful study of God's Word, and I feel
that for them no apology is necessary.
To learning I make but the most slender pretentions. Born in one of the
humblest ranks in life, and going to my trade at the commencement of my
_teens_, and working long weary hours for seven years at that
trade, I found little opportunity of attaining anything like
proficiency in literary composition. Many of my minor pieces have
already seen the light in local and other newspapers, etc., and acting
on the advice of several literary friends I have at last gathered my
principal poems together in a permanent form. Should this effort not
meet with public favor, the offense--if such it be--is not likely to be
repeated, as I am now over sixty-five years of age. Many of the
productions of my humble Muse were conceived, and in a great measure
composed, while working at the bench--to which I am still confined, in
order to provide for my family's needs.
If the advice of Pope to some of the Rhymers of his day was needful,
viz., "to keep their effusions for _seven years_," I can say truly
most of mine have been kept that period nearly four times over. I would
not have the reader imagine that they have necessarily grown better by
being on the shelf; still this has afforded an opportunity for
polishing them up in some measure.
I may further say my "Emigrant Mechanic" was nearly or quite finished
before Mr. McLachlan's "Emigrant" was published, and before I had ever
heard of "The U. E.," a beautiful and very interesting Emigrant poem by
Mr. Kerby, of Niagara.
My warmest thanks are due the Rev. W. W. Smith, of Newmarket, Ont., for
his kindness in undertaking the preparation of these pages for the
press. Also for many valuable emendations.
Such as they are I send forth my unlearned rhymes, with the earnest
prayer that they may benefit the reader as much as they have benefitted
me, for I can say in the words of Coleridge, "Poetry has been to me its
own exceeding great reward."
THOMAS COWHERD.
Brantford, Ontario, January, 1884.
CONTENTS.
THE EMIGRANT MECHANIC:
Book I
Introduction. Birthplace of the Mechanic. Affliction of the family.
Death of Mother and two Sisters. Father's second marriage. Family
tradition. Youth's thoughts and feelings in regard to it. Places
visited. Crossthwaite, Underbarrow, Lake Windermere, Esthwaite.
Incidents. Poetic Tastes. Conclusion.
Book II
Address to Domestic Bliss. Its influence on Society. Principal source
from which it springs, viz., conjugal union, faithfully cherished. An
appeal to Parents and Lawgivers on the subject. WILLIAM'S training
under its influence. Difficulties in procuring trade. Success at last.
Reflections on, and encouragements to, such trades. Temptations and
trials. Anecdotes. Appeal to Masters and others. Narrow escape from a
cut-throat. Courtship and its consequences. Conclusion.
Book III
Holidays. The Schoolboy's anticipations in regard to them. Improper use
made of such times by some apprentices. Evil consequence of their
conduct. An Appeal to them on the subject. The sad tale of young
Daycourt. Address to Liquor. Its evils. WILLIAM'S holiday rambles.
Father's Birthplace. Tragic scene there. Farleton Knot. Glance back to
Grandfather, etc. Joins Temperance movement. Visit of a man from
Canada. His account of the country. Its consequences. WILLIAM'S taste
in books. Rural rambles on business. Reflections on cruelty to animals.
Retrospective glance. Conclusion.
Book IV
Address to the Sacred Scriptures, glancing briefly at their various
excellencies. WILLIAM becomes a Christian. His reception into a.
church. Different views of things after conversion. Voice of Nature
heard in God's praise. Wonders why Man is so backward in this.
Discovers reasons in Man's inbred corruption, temptations, etc.
Salvation all of Grace. The humbling nature of this truth to Man's
pride, but the security it affords believers. Its effects on him. Fresh
Love-trials. Consequent resolutions. Sabbath morning walk. Church
bells. Visit to Farm-house. Family worship. Glance at what England owes
to prayer. Sunday-School teaching. Other exercises on that day. Their
influence on him. Prepares to emigrate. Parting scenes, etc. Embark at
Liverpool.
Book V
Address to Commerce. Emigrants reach the sea. Farewell to England.
WILLIAM'S employments on board. Storm described. Reach Banks of
Newfoundland. Foggy weather. Icebergs seen. Land seen. Emigrant's joy.
Ship spoken. Cross Gulf of St. Lawrence. Enter River. Scenery, Etc.
Arrive before Quebec. To Montreal. Thence by Ottawa to Kingston. Thence
to Hamilton. Settle near Brantford on a Bush-farm. Shifts for
furniture. WILLIAM'S narrow escape from death in logging. His relish of
Bush sights and sounds. Wants a companion. Resolutions formed and kept.
Remarks incident to it. Conclusion.
Book VI
Address to Rural Life. Logging Bee described. The feast. Loggers' jests
and other incidents. Burning log heaps. Loggers' Song. WILLIAM'S
thoughts, and employments in Autumn. The Autumnal garb of trees.
Reflections connected therewith. The family's Sabbath-day employments.
Beginning of their hardships. WILLIAM leaves the bush for village life,
but soon returns. Father's narrow escape from being crushed. Winter
employments. Preparations for sugar making. Process described.
Sugarers' Song. Conclusion.
Book VII
Address to Memory. Spring time described. Thoughts and fancies
connected with it. Build a log barn. Spring employments. Increase of
trials. WILLIAM'S sickness. His song on Christian Warfare. Good to
himself from its composition. Leaves Bush for village again. Tinkers in
the country. Thoughts and feelings in connection with it. Preaches in
public under peculiar circumstances. Introduced to his future father-
in-law's family. Visits their house. Reception. Description of his
future wife and sisters. Anecdote. Commences business. Visits the
States to buy tools. Takes Niagara in his way. Scenery above Lewiston.
First sight of Rapids. Of the Falls. Song to them. Conclusion.
Book VIII
Address to Hope. Its benefits to WILLIAM. Commences business. Manner of
conducting it. Thinks again of Matrimony. Shop described.
Inconveniences in it. An incident. Discouragements in trade.
Compensation for them in visits to his intended. A further glance of
her. The home provided her. Marriage. A peep at their home afterward.
Forced to leave it. A second move. A Love's pledge. Imminent peril of
the wife. Unhappy condition of first-born. Church matters. WILLIAM'S
trials from Temper, etc. Continued success in business. Tinsmith's
Song. His long sickness and support under it. Dutiful conduct of
Apprentice. Wife's self-sacrifices and matronly management. COOPER'S
gratitude to her for it. Continued Poetical predilictions. Visits with
his wife the Falls of Niagara. Family increase. Troubles in church
affairs. Excommunication. Fresh church connection. Troubles arise
afresh. Death of wife. WILLIAM'S lament. Conclusion.
William and Amelia
My Garden
The Inebriate's Daughter's Appeal to her Father
To the Children in Mrs. Day's School
Song to Brantford
To Elihu Burritt
To a Violet
Emma, the Tinker's Daughter
To my Father, supposed to be dying
Ode to Peace
Stanzas suggested by a Funeral
ACROSTICS:
I. To Mr. J. P----n, Missouri
II. To my Eldest Son, in severe sickness
III. A Tribute to the Memory of John Dent
Impromptu: To J. W----t
An Address to Brantford
Stanzas, on Seeing the "Huron" Locomotive
The Young Mother's Vision
Stanzas to the Author of "Little Ragged Ned"
"I Saw a Youthful Mother Lie"
FAMILY PIECES:
To my Beloved Wife
To my Daughter Mary Ann, Asleep
To Ellen and Willie
To Mr. and Mrs. C. Batty
To my Infant Annie
Stanzas in Memory of Annie
To Mrs. H. Battson
To Mr. and Mrs. W. Batty
Fireside Thoughts of Ann
To my Brother James
To my Daughter Ellen
Murder Will Out, or the Power of Conscience
THE FAITHFUL PASTOR:
Book I
Book II
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS:
Jenny and her Pet Lamb
To a Very Tall Sunflower
Birthday Thoughts and Aspirations
Song to the Lily of the Valley
"Daisy, I Have Sought for Thee"
The Charms of June
To Dr. Laycock
_To Mr. Cowherd_, from Dr. Laycock
To Mr. James C----t
To the Christians of Brantford
To the Same
Verses Written Immediately after Reading Horace Smith's "Bachelor's
Fare!"
Stanzas on the Fearful Struggle in Europe, 1854
Lines Written on the Morning, of the Dreadful Fire, March 9, 1854
To the Rev. J. W. and his Bride
Stanzas on hearing an Auctioneer quote Scripture
Winter's Ravages; An Appeal
A Canadian National Song
A Call to the Soiree
An Address by the Members of the Institute at the Soiree
Alcohol's Arraignment and Doom
To Mr. James Woodyatt
On hearing of Dr. O'Carr's Death
Stanzas suggested by the Railway Accident at Desjardin's Canal
To the Memory of Dr. Laycock
Song of the Canadian Cradler
Stanzas to Rev. J. B. Howard and Family
Grumblings
Verses on the Railroad Accident near Copetown
A Tribute to the Memory of Rev. Thomas Fawcett
A Tribute to the Memory of Mr. Richard Folds
To the Humming Bird
To the Same
Fire Song
The Fire Alarm
My Old Arm Chair
A Tribute to the Bravery of my Cousin, Mrs. T. A. Cowherd
Canadians' Welcome to the Prince of Wales
Brantford's Welcome to the Prince of Wales, 1860
A Call for Help to Garibaldi
Lines suggested by _New York Tribune's_ Account of Lincoln's
Departure from Springfield for Washington
"Sumter has Fallen, but Freedom is Saved!"
Song, "My Love is no Gay, Dashing Maid"
The Sewing Machine
Tabby and Tibby
Lines Composed at Mr. McLarty's, West Missouri
FAMILY PIECES
Lines to my Mother
To my Wife
To the Same
To my dear little Boys, James, Christopher and Alfred
To Alfred
To Amelia
To Frederic
To my Daughter Ida
To my Wife on the Thirteenth Anniversary of our Wedding Day
To the Same (Twenty-fifth Anniversary)
To the Same (Thirtieth Anniversary)
FAREWELL TO MY HARP
THE EMIGRANT MECHANIC
A TALE OF HUMBLE LIFE.
_"Let not Ambition mock their useful toil."--
Gray._
BOOK I.
THE ARGUMENT.--Birthplace of the Mechanic. Affliction of the family.
Death of mother and two sisters. The father's second marriage. Family
tradition. Youth's thoughts and feelings in regard to it. Places
visited: Crossthwaite, Underbarrow, Lake Windermere, Esthwaite.
Incidents, poetic tastes, etc. Conclusion.
My harp awakes! And as I touch each string,
The poor Mechanic Emigrant I sing.
Eighteen eventful years, or rather more,
Have fled since first he left his native shore--
That much-loved shore! that dear old English home!
So oft regretted since first led to roam.
My Muse, 'tis thine to give in artless lays,
A genuine history of his early days;
Make known the place where first he saw the light,
Portray the scenes which pleased his boyish sight,
Unfold his parentage, and backward trace
Their line, descended from no common race;
Speak of his eagerness to learn a trade,
Mark what proficiency in that he made,
Glance at his love scenes, and a lesson show,
Which youths in general would do well to know.
Fail not to tell how, in his eighteenth year,
He did, as _Christian_, publicly appear.
Make known the cause that led him first to feel
A strong desire to seek his future weal,
In emigration to that distant shore
Where flow great rivers, and loud cataracts roar;
Where mighty lakes afford the fullest scope
For future commerce, and the settler's hope.
Go with him to his home in the wild woods--
That rude log cottage where he stored his goods;
Paint faithfully the scenes through which he passed,
And how he settled in a town at last;
What then befel him in successive years,
Or aught which to thee suitable appears,
To make his history such as may be read
By high-born race, or those more lowly bred.
Let usefulness be still thy constant aim,
Nor care a jot for merely worldly fame.
Help me to seek, by constant, earnest prayer
That God's approval be my chiefest care.
And if a Poet thou would'st wish to make
Thy guide and pattern, gentle COWPER take.
Thus, O my Muse! may we together spend
Some happy hours, until my task shall end.
And when 'tis finished, may it ne'er be said
That we a useless memoir have displayed.
In the northwest of England's verdant isle,
Where beauteous scenery meets one with a smile,
Where lakes and rivers burst upon the sight
And fill the mind with transports of delight,
Where lofty hills unite with lowly dales
To furnish matter for instructive tales,
There is a town, a very ancient town,
Which, should enjoy a share of high renown.
My native place! I need not sink the name--
Such act, sweet KENDAL! thou might'st justly blame,
A place so dear, I trust I still shall love,
Where'er I am, or wheresoe'er I rove!
It has its site fast by a pleasant stream,
Beside whose banks our hero learned to dream.
Though quiet, it gave birth to many a name,
Which for good deeds obtained a moderate fame.
Some few there were well skilled in Science deep,
Who now within its several graveyards sleep.
Its once-proud Castle that in ruin lies,
The birthplace was of one who lived to rise
To queenly state, and sit upon a throne
And the eighth HENRY as her lord to own.
Within this town some very rich men live;
But many more who poverty receive
As their low birthright, with the fullest share
Of its attendants, constant toil and care!
These oft, though poor, in honesty may vie
With most of those who hold their heads so high.
Of this large class young COOPER'S parents were;
To peace inclined, they heeded not the stir
Which proud Ambition's votaries create
To gain such objects as their pride may sate.
E'er since this father was a little boy,
Hard out-door labor did his hands employ.
The mother, too, to work was early taught,
And take delight in what her hands had wrought.
This hardy training proved of use to them,
A blessing they did never once contemn;
For 'twas the means of gaining honest bread--
And on no other would they e'er be fed!
In course of time four children needed care,
And claimed from them of food and clothes a share.
Nor did they grudge them what they could afford--
For they had learned to live and serve the Lord!
But soon Affliction, with her visage dire,
Called them to pass through purifying fire!
And first a smiling girl was snatched away--
The mother next, to Death became a prey.
The father, too, was sick, and laid aside
For many weeks; thus sorely was he tried.
Anon their pet, a lovely infant, died,
And she was laid by her dear mother's side.
Such fearful strokes, to one in poverty,
Were hard to bear, as all may clearly see.
But this poor man, all strong in holy faith,
Was led to take a proper view of death--
E'en to regard him as an enemy
Conquered by Him who died on Calvary--
And view his loved ones but as gone before.
To Canaan's blest and truly happy shore!
Ere long the Lord a partner did prepare
To aid this Christian, and his sorrow share.
She had for many years in service been;
Of careful habits, in good pay I ween.
And this enabled her to lay aside
A goodly sum, and keep her needs supplied.
This virtuous woman thus became "a crown"
To that poor man, by trials well bowed down.
And by her cleverness in housewif'ry,
With constant practice of economy,
The family soon enjoyed a greater share
Of household comforts, and had much less care.
Thus early schooled, our WILLIAM grew apace,
And though still young, wore oft a thoughtful face.
By nature studious, and of ready turn,
He needful tasks most eagerly did learn.
And being inquisitive, 'twas his desire
On winter nights, and by their frugal fire,
That his dear father should to him make known
What kind of ancestry they chanced to own.
To this the father, with a smiling face,
Soon made reply, "We spring from noble race!
Long, long ago, I can in truth declare,
A wandering Minstrel visited a fair,
And there saw one of very noble blood,
Who liked him well and deemed his music good.
They soon contrived each others' minds to learn,
And felt Love's flame within their bosoms burn;
But knowing well this would not be allowed,
Disguised, away they fled amongst a crowd.
Soon they were fast in honest wedlock tied;
And thus the Minstrel gained a lovely bride!
Yet were they destined not to live in peace--
For ELLEN'S brother vowed he would not cease
To search for them through all the country wide,
And quick return with ELLEN at his side!
Long time he searched, then gave them up for lost,
And proved his boasting vain, unto his cost.
But on one night he, weary, sad and faint,
Espied a house, and to that house he went--
Just reached the threshold, and sank down quite spent.
The fair young mistress, with a piteous eye,
Beheld the man, and feared that he would die.
She loosed his vest, then laid his bosom bare,
And spied a mark which well might make her stare.
It was her brother! and her gentle heart
With love o'erflowed to act a sister's part.
Most earnest efforts quick the man restored,
And ELLEN felt most grateful to the Lord.
She, fully conscious of strict rectitude,
Confessed her kindred, and for pardon sued.
The astonished brother clasped her in his arms;
Their early love afresh their spirit warms,
And all his hatred very soon disarms.
This Minstrel, with his lovely ELLEN, were
Our ancestors, as you may well infer."
[Footnote: In proof that the above legend has some foundation in fact,
I may state that one of my hero's cousins in England has a gold headed
cane, and another a splendid jasper snuff-box, both said to have been
left by the party who came to seek the runaway lady.]
Young COOPER heard, and could not well conceal
Some stirring thoughts that he began to feel.
He still was of a very tender age;
Far, far too young to feel Ambition's rage.
But he had heard of Dukes, and Earls, and Lords,
And all the splendor which their rank affords;
Had seen in prints their castles and their halls;
Had heard of servants who obeyed their calls;
Of their vast parks, well filled with noble deer,
Their tables loaded with the best of cheer;
Of horses, carriages, and fleetest hounds,
And cattle feeding over all their grounds;
Of gardens filled with precious fruits and flowers,
And of sweet music to beguile their hours;
Fancied their mansions full of lovely girls,
With beauteous eyes, and richly flowing curls;
In short, conceived that these men were no less
Than mighty lords whom every eye should bless.
And 'twas no wonder if in reverie
This boy indulged with greatest frequency.
But years flew by, with all their constant care,
New hopes, new scenes, and feelings of despair.
He owning still a constitution weak,
Would better health in change of air oft seek.
At times like these, his second mother's care
Did send him forth with relatives to fare.
And then sweet Crossthwaite, with its paper mill,
Its pretty brooks, and many a trickling rill,
With dearest pleasure would his bosom fill.
Deep gratitude impels him now to pay
A tribute due to relatives, and say
That purer kindness could not be displayed
To any one who needed friendly aid,
Than they still showed to him while living there,
As their own child, he did their goodness share.
Dear, aged friends! grim Death has laid you low,
And you no more to him can kindness show!
Often thy scenery, fair Underbarrow,
Has cheered his spirit and dispelled his sorrow!
Thy hazel copses, and thy rugged _Scaur_,
With yellow-blooming whins have banished far
All thoughts of his poor, weak and sickly frame,
And raised his love of Nature to a flame!
Yes, often now, though living o'er the sea,
And many years have fled since he saw thee,
Dear Memory brings thy early charms to view,
And all their pleasures to his mind seem new!
Again, fresh scenes would his attention crave,
Ev'n noble Windermere with rippling wave;
And frequently he crossed o'er its short ferry,
In huge flat-boats, or pleasant sailing wherry,
And viewed, well pleased, its many lovely isles,
Clothed with rich verdure and sweet Summer's smiles;
Or watched the fishes, darting to and fro,
As o'er its crystal waves the boat would go;
And still remembers those rich wooded hills,
While deep emotion all his spirit thrills.
Sometimes tired Nature would assert her sway,
Then gloomy thoughts rose up in dark array;
He thus would wander, weary and alone,
Listening the breezes in their fitful moan,
As in their anger they swept through the woods,
While thunder-clouds sent down their copious floods,
And ask himself, in bitterness of soul,
Why he his destiny could not control?
Why some were wealthy, and could take their ease,
And ride about wherever they should please?
While he, poor lad, on foot his weary way
Kept plodding still, till nearly close of day!
At other times a pleasant lodge was seen,
Where life seemed spent in happiness serene;
Its graceful lawn, its gardens and its fields,
Spoke loudly of the comfort _money_ yields;
And oft he vainly dreamed that he possessed
Just such a home, and with such comforts blest.
Sweet day-dreams these, quite frequently indulged;
Too oft, alas! were all his thoughts divulged.
Before him soon more charming views arise,
Enchanting scenes meet everywhere his eyes.
See Low Wood Inn, a sweet, secluded spot,
Most lovely sight, not soon to be forgot!
It stands upon the margin of the lake--
And of it all things round conspire to make
A mansion such as poets well might choose--
Fit habitation for the heaven-born Muse!
Well might he linger with entranced delight,
Though Sol gave warning of approaching night.
Aroused by this, ere long he forward hied
To that small village still called Ambleside.
We now again will cross with him the lake,
And thence the road that leads to Hawkshead take;
There Esthwaite water on a smaller scale
Unfolds her beauties, to adorn my tale.
She, like a mirror, on her silvery face
Reflects the mansions that her margins grace.
Those mansions fair are seen on every hand,
(What may not wealth, in such a place, command?)
And mark their owners men of wealth and taste;
Not miserly, nor yet inclined to waste.
Near this small lake does a rude hamlet stand,
In which there dwelt a poor, hard-working band.
The parents, both, were well advanced in age,
And yet, from kindness, they at once engage
To give this youth a welcome to their board,
And all the comforts that their means afford.
To see him happy was their chief desire,
Which did his soul with gratitude inspire.
They now are dead! Oh, may their ashes rest
In peace, and still their memories be bless'd!
WILLIAM oft thinks of all the pleasant scenes
He there enjoyed before he reached his _teens_;
And well remembers how he loved to stray
By that pure lake, soon after break of day.
'Twas at such time, that once he chanced to spy
A splendid _pike_ upon the beach quite dry
He viewed the prize; it had not long been dead,
As he well knew by looking at its head.
Surprised, he gazed about, on every hand,
But saw no soul upon the lake or land;
Then thought, since no one came the fish to claim,
Take it he might, and yet incur no blame.
This settled in his mind, without delay
He seized the fish, and carried it away.
When he reached home, friends thought it would be best
'Gainst noon-tide hour to have it nicely dressed.
But candor now obliges me to say,
That the right owner soon appeared next day;
Who said he lately caught a noble pike,
And laid it carefully beside a dyke;
But, while he went still farther up the lake,
To draw some lines, and other fishes take,
A dog, or person, had purloined that one:
A cousin told him WILL the deed had done!
Told how he brought to them, with boyish glee,
As fine a pike as ever one could see!
This heard, the loser took it in good part,
Enjoyed the joke, and showed a kindly heart.
Hail, human kindness! Often have I been
Indebted to thee for same pleasing scene;
Although our race have sadly fallen low,
Thou still appearest like the heavenly bow,
Amidst the storms of human passion now;
And where, dear Angel, thou art to be found,
Sweet peace and comfort flow to all around!
An incident I now would introduce
Which may, perchance, be now and then of use
In leading youths to greater carefulness,
When to sweet pleasure they themselves address.
Near Esthwaite's foot exists a lonely spot,
Named by the country people "The Priest's Pot";
A strange, deep hole, with crystal water filled,
By land surrounded which was never tilled;
Of spongy texture, yielding to the foot--
Quite full of danger is this marshy spot.
To this place WILLIAM once a fishing went,
And, ere his patience was completely spent,
Took up a fresh position; but, alas!
His foothold proved but little else than grass.
While sinking fast he, with a fluttering heart,
Gave one quick spring and reached a firmer part.
This proved a lesson which he ne'er forgot--
He visited no more that dreaded spot.
Before this time, for years, he went to school,
And caught some learning by the common rule;
In _parsing_ showed a fair amount of skill,
Wrote a plain hand, and _read_ with right good will;
Almost a "book-worm," seemed he to devour
What books he got, and read from hour to hour.
And, oh! how pleased and gratified was he,
To hear the Master read sweet poetry!
Once he read well a very touching tale,
In which the Poet does the lot bewail
Of orphan "Lubin," who, while tending sheep
For a hard master, oft was seen to weep.
While this pathetic tale was read aloud,
The tears to WILLIAM'S eyes would quickly crowd;
And from that time a Poet he became--
In joy or sorrow felt a glowing flame.
Though still so young he, at this very time,
Oft framed rude numbers, and poured forth his rhyme;
And 'twas no wonder if, by Nature taught,
He wrapped himself in sweet poetic thought.
He, to this day, is pleased to recollect
What few, who knew him then, would e'er suspect--
How much he loved to wander in the woods,
And watch the trees put forth their opening buds;
Or list the sound created by the wind,
Which sought a passage through the leaves to find.
He also loved, with wonder and delight,
To gaze on flowers bedecked with glory bright;
On polyanthus and auriculas,
In pleasing contrast with the ribbon-grass;
On wall-flower, too, with richest odor filled,
Like sweet frankincense daintily distilled;
On roses fair, in great variety
Of scent and color; and the peony,
Or scented violet, which scarce shows its head,
Yet does its odor o'er the garden shed;
On prince's feather, wearing stately plume,
With much of show, but nothing of perfume;
Loved tulips, lilies, pinks and gilliflowers,
With woodbines trained o'er lovely garden bowers,
That give forth sweetness and their charms display,
While, in rich robes, they stand in full array;
The foxglove, daisy, and demure monk's-hood,
With lilacs, and the scented southern wood;
The guelder-rose, with its fair, whited balls,
And creeping plants, high climbing up the walls,
These at all times our hero warmly loved,
And showed it, too, when he in gardens roved.
While, to himself, he had a patch of ground,
Where, at his leisure, he was mostly found.
Thus passed, most pleasantly, his youthful days,
All intermingled with his boyish plays,
And sometimes meriting a need of praise.