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THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN.
Sparkling one another after,
Like bright ripples on a river.
Tipsy band of rubious faces,
Flushed with joy's ethereal spirit, Rows of liquid eyes in laughter,
Make your mocks and sly grimaces How they glimmer, how they quiver! At Love's self and do not fear it.
Give, sometimes give your sunny gleam, OW like a tender mother, with loving
And let the rest good-humor find; thoughts beguiled,
Yes, let me hail, and welcome give Fond Nature seems to lull to rest each faint And pleased and pleasing let me live,
To every joy my lot may share, and weary child ! Drawing the curtain tenderly, affectionate
With merry heart that laughs at care.
HENRY HART MILMAN. and mild.
Hark to the gentle lullaby, that through the
trees is creeping! Those sleepy trees that nod their heads, ere
the moon as yet comes peeping, Like a tender nurse, to see if all her little ones
THE ROMANCE OF THE SWANS
ITTLE Ellie sits alone
By a stream-side on the grass,
On her shining hair and face.
One little fluttering bird, like a child in a
dream of pain, Has chirped and started up, then nestled
down again. Oh, a child and a bird, as they sink to rest, are as like as any twain.
She has thrown her bonnet by,
In the shallow water's flow.
While she rocketh to and fro.
Little Ellie sits alone,
Fills the silence like a speech,
For her future within reach.
THE MERRY HEART. WOULD not from the wise require
The lumber of their learned lore; Nor would I from the rich desire
A single counter of their store;
And I have spirits light as air,
A merry heart that laughs at care.
I've struggled for Dame Fortune's favor; And sometimes have been half inclined
To rate her for her ill behavior; Bat life was short; I thought it folly
To lose its moments in despair, So slipped aside from melancholy,
With merry heart that laughed at cart.
Little Ellie in her smile
Riding on a steed of steeds!
The swan's nest among the reeds.
“ And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble,
With an eye that takes the breath.
As his sword strikes men to death.
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;
Can still, with pliant heart prepare
" And the steed it shall be shod,
And the mane shall swim the wind,
Till the shepherds look behind.
Yet, wrap me in your sweetest dream,
I will utter, and dissemble
Light to-morrow with to-day! “ Then he'll ride among the hills, To the wide world past the river,
There to put away all wrong; To make straight distorted wills,
“But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in.
When he gazes in my face,
And I kneel here for thy grace!
“Then, ay, then he shall kneel low, With the red-roan steed anear him,
Which shall seem to under
stand, Till I answer- 'Rise and go!
“And her feet she had been dipping
In the shallow water's How."
For the world must love and fear him
Whom I gift with heart and hand.' “ Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble
With a yes I must not say: Nathless maiden-brave, “Farewell,'
And to empty the broad quiver
Which the wicked bear along. “ Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain,
And kneel down beside my feet'Lo, my master sends this gage,
Lady, for thy pity's counting!
Without the torments of the night's untruth. What wilt thou exchange for it?'
Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, “And the first time I will send
To model forth the passions of to-morrow; A white rose-bud for a guerdon,
Never let the rising sun prove you liars, And the second time, a glove ;
To add more grief, to aggravate my sorrow. But the third time-I may bend
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, From my pride, and answer Pardon,
And never wake to feel the day's disdain. If he comes to take my love.'
SAMUEL DANIEL. “ Then the young foot-page will runThen my lover will ride faster,
“SOME MURMUR WHEN THEIR Till he kneeleth at my knee: “I am a duke's eldest son!
SKY IS CLEAR." Thousand serfs do call me master,
YOME murmur when their sky is clear But, O Love, I love but thee!
And wholly bright to view,
If one small speck of dark appear " He will kiss me on the mouth
In their great heaven of blue.
And some with thankful love are filled, deeds;
If but one streak of light, And, when soul-tied by one troth,
One ray of God's good mercy gild
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride, Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe,
Why life is such a dreary task,
And all good things denied ?
And hearts in poorest huts admire
How love has in their aid Pushing through the elm-tree copse, (Love that not ever seems to tire) Winding up the stream, light-hearted,
Such rich provisions made. Where the osier pathway leads
RICHARD CHEVENIX TRENCH.
The young Spring smiles on Winter passWith his red-roan steed of steeds,
ed away ; Sooth, I know not! but I know
The air is balmy with the coming May, She could never show him-never,
A bridal music rings from bush and brake. That swan's nest among the reeds.
All things the glory of the time partake; ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
I would be bright and joyous even as they.
But tearful memory dims the golden day; SONNET TO SLEEP.
The light glares sickly, while this heart must
ache NARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable For eyes long closed, that fondly turned to Night,
mine, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, And voices dear forever dumb to me; Relieve my anguish, and restore the light, Yet, as the warm wind murmurs in the pine, With dark forgetting of my care, return. Sorrow grows mild and sufferance less sore; And let the day be time enough to mourn
I hear soft whispers from the unseen shore, The shipwreck of my ill-advised youth ; With promise of eternal Spring to be. Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
FROM "THE PRINCESS."
dhed the to
moon muy The cloud
stood from Learen a to the the shaft.
hok me to more,
colle tears, I know not what they mean, Seard from the depth of some donne despar Rise in the heart & gather to the eyes
on the happy autumn fills,
that are no more
In looking and thinking
THE HOUSE OF CLAY.
Merry and poor.
Fond and kind-fond and kind,
Till all at once he changed his mind“Sweetheart, good-by!” he slipped away,
And shut the door.
Then o'er the barred house of clay,
Loud and strong-loud and strong,
The steadfast silence all day long-
The close-shut door.
But Love came past, and looking in,
Through wall, roof, floor, .
Grand and fair-grand and fair, Making a glory out of gloom,
Till at the window mocked old CareLove sighed—“all lose and nothing win!"
He shut the door.
Most like the next that passes by,
Marks rich, marks poor ;
Stands and calls--stands and calls;
Whom, ere the crumbling clay house falls,