paves with ice my streams; all the year is mine, you see,-seasons change like moons for ME! 4 On the heads of giant mountains, or beneath the shady trees; by the banks of warbling fountains, I enjoy myself at ease: hills and valleys, thus you see, groves and rivers, made for ME! 5 Boundless are my vast dominions,-I can hop, or swim, or fly; when I please, my towering pinions trace my empire through the sky: air and elements, you see,-heaven and earth,—were made for ME! 6 Birds and insects, beasts and fishes, all their humble distance keep; man, subservient to my wishes, sows the harvest which I reap: mighty man himself, you see,--all that breathe, were made for ME! 7'Twas for my accommodation Nature rose when I was born; should I die, the whole creation back to nothing would return! sun, moon, stars, the world, you see, sprung-exist-will fall with ME!". 8 Here the pretty prattler, ending, spread his wings to soar away; but a cruel hawk, descending, pounced him up—a helpless prey. Could'st thou not, poor Wagtail, see that the hawk was made for THEE? 58. THE DEAD DOVE.-Keats. I had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied You lived alone in the forest tree; Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; 59.-MAY-DAY CAROL.-Heber. 1 Queen of fresh flowers, whom vernal stars obey, bring the warm showers, bring thy genial ray. In Nature's greenest livery drest, descend on Earth's expectant breast, to Earth and Heaven a welcome guest, thou merry month of May! 2 Mark, how we meet thee at dawn of dewy day! Hark! how we greet thee with our roundelay! While all the goodly things that be, in earth, and air, and ample sea, are waking up to welcome thee, thou merry month of May ! 3 Flocks on the mountains, and birds upon their spray, tree, turf, and fountains, all hold holiday. And Love, the life of living things, Love waves his torch, Love claps his wings, and loud and wide thy praises sings, thou merry month of May ! 60.-THE IRISH MAIDEN'S SONG.-Bernard Barton. Though lofty Scotia's mountains, where savage grandeur reigns; While many who have left thee, seem to forget thy name, Fair as the glittering waters thy emerald banks that lave, For their dear sakes I love thee, Mavourneen, though unseen; 61.-TO THE LINNET.-Robert Nicoll. Some humble heart is sore and sick with grief, Thou churmest by the sick child's window long, God saw how much of woe, and grief, and care, He sent to warble wildly everywhere, And in our souls new love to wake. Oh! blessed wandering spirit! unto thee Pure hearts are knit, as unto things too fair, 62.-HOW KING COPHETUA LOVED THE BEGGAR MAID.-Tennyson. Her arms across her breast she laid; she was more fair than words can say; Barefooted came the Beggar Maid before the King Cophetua. In robe and crown the King stept down, to meet and greet her on her way; "It is no wonder," said the lords, "she is more beautiful than day." As shines the moon in clouded skies, she in her poor attire was seen: 63.-AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN-REDBREAST.-Rogers. 64.-THE SUNSHINE.-Mary Howitt. I love the sunshine everywhere-in wood, and field, and glen; I love it, when it streameth in the humble cottage door, And casts the chequered casement-shade upon the red-brick floor. I love it on the breezy sea, to glance on sail and oar; While the great waves, like molten glass, come leaping to the shore. Oh, yes! I love the sunshine:-like kindness, or like mirth 65. THE DAFFODILS.-Wordsworth. 1 I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils; beside a lake beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 2 Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, they stretched in neverending line along the margin of a bay; ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 3 The waves beside them danced; but they outdid the sparkling waves in glee: a poet could not but be gay in such a jocund company. I gazed, and gazed, but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought. For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood, they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude; and then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances with the daffodils. 66. A SUMMER EVENING.-Watts. How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun, Just such is the Christian: his course he begins But when he comes nearer to finish his race, 67.-THE MERRY HEART.-Charles Lamb. 1 I would not from the wise require the number of their learned lore ; nor would I from the rich desire a single counter of their store. For I have ease, and I have health, and I have spirits, light as air; and more than wisdom, more than wealth,-a merry heart that laughs at care. Like other mortals of my kind, I've struggled for dame Fortune's favour, and sometimes have been half inclined to rate her for her ill-behaviour. But life was short-I thought it folly to lose its moments in despair; so slipp'd aside from melancholy, with merry heart that laugh'd at care. 3 And once, 'tis true, two 'witching eyes surprised me in a luckless season, turn'd all my mirth to lonely sighs, and quite subdued my better reason. Yet 'twas but love could make me grieve, and love you know's a reason fair; it much improved, as I believe, the merry heart that laugh'd at care. 4 So now from idle wishes clear, I make the good I may not find; adown the stream I gently steer, and shift my sail with every wind. And half by nature, half by reason, can still with pliant heart prepare my mind, attuned to every season, with merry heart that laughs at care. 5 Yet, wrap me in your sweetest dream, ye social feelings of the mind; give, sometimes give your sunny gleam, and let the rest good-humour find. Yes, let me hail and welcome give to every joy my lot may share; and pleased and pleasing let me live, with merry heart that laughs at care. 68.--THE SANDS O' DEE.-Kingsley. "O Mary, go and call the cattle home, and call the cattle home, and call the cattle home, across the sands o' Dee!" The western wind was wild, and dank with foam, and all alone went she. 2 The creeping tide came up along the sand, and o'er and o'er the sand, and round and round the sand, as far as eye could see; the blinding mist came down, and hid the land-and never home came she! 3 Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair?-A tress o' golden hair, o' drownèd maiden's hair, above the nets Was never salmon yet that shone so fair among the stakes on Dee. 4 They row'd her in across the rolling foam, the cruel crawling foam, the cruel hungry foam, to her grave beside the sea: but still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home, across the sands o' Dee. at sea. 69.-OLD SONGS.-Eliza Cook. Old songs! old songs!-what heaps I knew, from "Chevy Chase" to "Black-eyed Sue." The tiny "Warbler" from the stall, the fluttering ballad on the wall, the gipsy's glee, the beggar's catch, the old wife's lay, the idiot's snatch, the schoolboy's chorus, rude and witty, the harvest strain, the carol ditty-I tax'd ye all, I stole from each, I spurned no teacher that could teach; though long my list, though great my store-I'd ever seek to add one more. Old songs! old songs!-my brain has lost much that it gain'd with pain and cost: I have forgotten all the rules of "Murray's" books and "Trimmer's" schools; detested figures-how I hate the mere remembrance of a slate! How have I cast from woman's thought much goodly lore the girl was taught; but not a word has pass'd away of "Rest thee, Babe," or "Robin Gray." The ballad still is breathing |