




414 EDWARD YOUL. 
Come, come into the wood ; 
Pierce into the bowers 
Of these gentle flowers, 
Which not in solitude 
Dwell, but with each other keep society ; 
And, with a simple piety, 
Are ready to be woven into garlands for the good. 
Or, upon summer earth, 
To die, in virgin worth, 
Or to be strewn before the bride, 
And the bridegroom, by her side. 
Come forth on Sundays ; 
Come forth on Mondays ; 
Come forth on any day ; 
Children, come forth, to play :— 
Worship the God of Nature in your childhood ; 
Worship Him at your tasks with best endeavor ; 
Worship Him in your sports; worship Him ever ; 
Worship Him in the wildwood ; 
Worship Him amidst the flowers ;— 
In the green-wood bowers ; 
Pluck the buttercups, and raise 
Your voices in His praise. 

