Poem by James Montgomery

The Laurustinus

Fair tree of winter! fresh and flowering,
When all around is dead and dry;
Whose ruby buds, though storms are louring,
Spread their white blossoms to the sky.
Green are thy leaves, more purely green
Through every changing period seen;
And when the gaudy months are past,
Thy loveliest season is the last.
Be thou an emblem — thus unfolding
The history of that maiden's mind,
Whose eye, these humble lines beholding,
In them her future lot may find:
Through life's mutations may she be
A modest evergreen like thee;
Though bless'd in youth, in age more bless'd,
Still be her latest days the best.

1. Hail to the Lord's Anointed
2. Lines Written under a Drawing of Yardley Oak
3. A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
4. A Voyage round the World
5. Dale Abbey

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