« PreviousContinue »
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
But still, as wilder blew the wind,
And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their trampling sounded nearer.
“O haste thee, haste !” the lady cries,
“Though tempests round us gather ; I'll meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father.”—
The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,-
The tempest gathered o'er her.
And still they rowed amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was changed to wailing.
For, sore dismayed, through storm and shade
His child he did discover ;-
And one was round her lover.
“Come back! come back !” he cried in grief,
“ Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter! oh, my daughter !"
'Twas vain : the loud waves lashed the shore,
Return or aid preventing ;-
ODE TO THE CUCKOO.
Hall, beauteous stranger of the grove !
Thou messenger of spring!
And woods thy welcome sing.
What time the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear;
Or mark the rolling year ?
Delightful visitant, with thee
I hail the time of flowers,
From birds among the bowers.
The school-boy, wandering through the wood
To pull the primrose gay,
And imitates the lay.
What time the pea puts on the bloom
Thou fliest thy vocal vale,
Another spring to hail.
Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear ;
No winter in thy year!
O could I fly, I'd fly with thee !
We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.
THE MOUSE'S PETITION.
Oh, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer,
For liberty that sighs ;
Against the wretch's cries !
For here forlorn and sad I sit,
Within the wiry grate; And tremble at the approaching morn,
Which brings impending fate.
If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed,
And spurned a tyrant's chain, Let not thy strong oppressive force
A free-born mouse detain !
Oh, do not stain with guiltless blood
Thy hospitable hearth!
A prize so little worth.
The scattered gleanings of a feast
My frugal meals supply ; But if thy unrelenting heart
That slender boon deny,
The cheerful light, the vital air,
Are blessings widely given ; Let Nature's commoners enjoy
The common gifts of Heaven.
And since this transient gleam of day
Is all the life we share,
That little all to spare.
So may thy hospitable board
With health and peace be crowned ;
And every charm of heartfelt ease
Beneath thy roof be found.
So, when destruction works unseen
Which man, like mice, may shareMay some kind angel clear thy path, And break the hidden snare.
A. L. BARBAUID.
THE LITTLE SHROUD.
She put on him a snow-white shroud,
A chaplet on his head;
To scatter o'er the dead.
She laid him in his little grave
'Twas hard to lay him there, When spring was putting forth its flowers,
And everything was fair.
She had lost many children--now
The last of them was gone;
Beside the funeral stone.
One midnight, while her constant tears
Were falling with the dew,
Stood by her, weeping too !
His shroud was damp, his face was white;
He said—“I cannot sleep, Your tears have made my shroud so wet :
Oh, mother, do not weep !"
Oh, love is strong !--the mother's heart
Was filled with tender fears ;
Her grief restrained its tears.
One eve a light shone round her bed,
And there she saw him stand-
A taper in his hand :
“Lo! mother, see, my shroud is dry,
And I can sleep once more !”
The little infant wore.
And down within the silent grave
He laid his weary head;
Grew o'er his grassy bed.
The mother went her household ways--
Again she knelt in prayer,
L. E. LANDON.
AN ENGLISH CHRISTMAS HOME.
A LOUD and laughing welcome to the merry Christmas bells! All hail with happy gladness to the well-known chant that
swells ! We list the pealing anthem chord, we hear the midnight
strain, And love the tidings that proclaim old Christmas back again. But there must be a melody of purer, deeper soundA rich key-note, whose echo runs through all the music
round : Let kindly voices ring beneath low roof and palace dome, For those alone are carol chimes that bless a Christmas home.
Then fill once more, from Bounty's store, red wine, or nut
brown foam, Aud drink to kindly voices in an English Christmas home.