Vick's Monthly Magazine, Volume 1

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James Vick, 1878 - Gardening
 

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Page 162 - The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth, how tight he clings To his friend the huge Oak Tree!
Page 34 - And tolls its perfume on the passing air, Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth A call to prayer. Not to the domes where crumbling arch and column Attest the feebleness of mortal hand, But to that fane, most catholic and solemn, Which God hath planned ; To that cathedral, boundless as our wonder, Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply ; Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder, Its dome the sky.
Page 352 - The eternal regions : lowly reverent Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground With solemn adoration down they cast Their crowns inwove with amarant and gold ; Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom...
Page 34 - Oh, may I deeply learn, and ne'er surrender, Your lore sublime ! " Thou wert not, Solomon ! in all thy glory, Arrayed," the lilies cry, " in robes like ours; How vain your grandeur ! Ah, how transitory Are human flowers...
Page 253 - In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand : for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
Page 34 - Your voiceless lips, O flowers ! are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook. Floral Apostles ! that in dewy splendor "Weep without woe, and blush without a crime...
Page 256 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Page 34 - Not useless are ye, flowers ! though made for pleasure, Blooming o'er field and wave by day and night, From every source your sanction bids me treasure Harmless delight. Ephemeral sages ! what instructors hoary For such a world of thought could furnish scope? Each fading calyx a memento mori, Yet fount of hope.
Page 316 - But she always remained poor; and at home in the garret lay her half-grown only daughter, who was very delicate and weak ; for a whole year she had kept her bed, and it seemed as if she could neither live nor die. " She is going to her little sister,
Page 34 - From rainbow galaxies of earth's creation, And dew-drops on her lonely altars sprinkle As a libation ! Ye matin worshippers ! who bending lowly Before the uprisen sun — God's lidless eye — Throw from your chalices a sweet and holy Incense on high ! Ye bright mosaics ! that with storied beauty The floor of Nature's temple...

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