Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE BROOM-FLOWER. 0 the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. 1 know the realms where people say The flowers have not their fellow; I know where they shine out like suns, The crimson and the yellow. I know where ladies live enchained In luxury’s silken fetters, And flowers as bright as glittering gems Are used for written letters. But ne'er was flower so fair as this In modern days or olden; It groweth on its nodding stem Like to a garland golden. And all about my mother’s door Shine out its glittering bushes, And down the glen, where clear as light The mountain-water gushes. Take all the rest, ?but give me this, And the bird that nestles in it; I love it, for it loves the broom, The green and yellow linnet. THE BROOM-FLOWER. 37 Well, call the rose the queen of flowers, And boast of that of Sharon, Of lilies like to maible cups, And the golden rod of Aaron. i I care not how these flowers may be Beloved of man and woman; The Broom it is the flower for me That groweth on the common. Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it! THE EAGLE. No, not in the meadow, and not on the shore; And not on the wide heath with furze covered o'er, Where the cry of the Plover, the hum of the Give a feeling of joyful security: And not in the woods, where the Nightingale’s song, From the chestnut and orange pours all the day long; And not where the Martin has built in the eaves, And the Red-breast e'er covered the children with leaves, Shall ye find the proud Eagle ! O no, come away; I will show you his dwelling, and point out his prey! Away ! let us go…
