Classic Poem

The verdant Grass I travers'd o're,
Admir'd the green Trees,
And then I saw the rip'ning Corn
A waveing with the breeze.

Oh! that the North Wind would awake,
Thou South come forth and blow
Upon the Garden of my Soul,
That Spices forth may flow.

Unto a Cottage I did go,
Near to the verdant Grass,
I there beheld a lovely Swain
With Water in a Glass.

He did present it to a Maid,
Where his best wishes lay;
No Tavern here was to be found,
So lonely was the Way.

In graceful ringlets waved his Hair,
'Twas Nature without art;
He bow'd polite, his dress was neat,
I thought the Youth was smart.

Sure fresher than the new blown rose,
Was then her lovely Cheek;
No Pride appear'd in all her mein,
She did with freedom speak.

A Bride and Bridegroom too were there,
They could no better fare,
For all the Cottage could provide
Was Bread, Cheese, Water, Beer.

The Bride appeared somewhat pale,
Had sorrow fill'd her Heart?
Because, methinks, his Friends for Gold,
Had strove to make them part.

But not for Gold, nor yet for Friends
He'd turn his Love away;
So now it was they married were,
This was their Wedding Day.

But Jesus treats his Spouse the Church,
With rich and choicest Wine;
Here's Water pure to wash her with,
And Bread that is divine.

And tho' she was both poor and vile,
He has enrich'd her so;
No Bride on Earth is half so rich,
Her worth she does not know.