The Ambrosian I come upon it suddenly, alone—
A little pathway winding in the weeds
That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own,
I wander as it leads.
Riley
Page Sixteen
The Ambrosian
The Power that lifts the leaf above
And sends the root below,
Sustains the heart in brother-love
And makes it heavenward grow.
Tabb
Page Fourteen
The Ambrosian
Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom,
For sportive youth to stray in,
For manhood to enjoy his strength,
And age to wear away in.
Wordsworth
Page Twelve
The Ambrosian
Not of the sunlight,
Not of the moonlight,
Not of the starlight/
O young Mariner,
Down to the haven.
Call your companions,
Launch your vessel,
And crowd your canvas
And, ere it vanishes
Over the margin,
After it, follow it,
Folloiv the…
