POEMS AND TRANSLATIONS.

AND

TRANSLATIONS.

BY

E. H. HOUGHTON, M.A.

Oxford and London:

JAMES PARKER AND CO.

1871.

280.N. 26.

I HOVER with unsettled wing,

And pluck a branch from bygone time,

And bear it with me to a clime That ever shews a budding spring.

I plant it in a likely ground,

And watch it with unsleeping care;

And pray the blighting breath to spare, The sun to shed its beams around :

And well they do, and in return

To me it brings both fruit and flower ;

And to a troubled mind the power All meaner things to pass and spurn.

But yet it brings nor flower nor fruit

To him that will not court its shade;

For him alone its beauty made Who loves to tend its earliest shoot;

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