Blue Gentian: A Thought.

By the author of “John Halifax, Gentleman.

I shall never be a child.1
With its dancing footsteps wild,2
Nor a free-footed maiden any more,3
Yet my heart leaps up to see4
The new leaf upon the tree,5
And to hear the light winds pass6
O’er the flowers in the grass,7
And for very joy brims o’er,8
As I kneel and pluck this store9
Of blue gentian.10
A shall never climb thy peak,11
Great white Alt, that cannot speak12
Of the centuries that float over thee like dreams,13
Dumb of all God’s secret things14
Sealed to beggars and to kings15
Yet I sit in a world of sight16
Colour, beauty, sound, and light,17
While at every step, meseems,18
Small sweet joys spring up, like gleams19
Of blue gentian.20
I shall not live o’er again21
This strange life, half bliss, half pain ;22
I shall sleep till Thou call’st me to arise23
Body and soul with new-born powers24
If Thou wakenest these poor flowers,25
Wilt Thouh not awaken me,26
Who am thirsting after Thee ?27
Ah ! when faith grows dim and dies,28
Let me think of Alpine skies29
And blue gentian.30