James Montgomery

'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

The Dove on silver pinions winged her peaceful way.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

The purple heath and golden broom On moory mountains catch the gale, over lawns the lily sheds perfume, the violet in the vale.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

Eternity a moment standing still for ever.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

The quenchless stars, so eloquently bright, untroubled sentries of the shadow'y night.