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Slow spells his beads monotonous to the soft | Roused by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves western wind ;
His inossy cottage, where with peace he dwells; Cuckoo ! Cuckoo! he sings again, - his notes are And from the crowded folu, in order, drives void of art;
His flock, to taste the verdure of the morn. But simplest strains do soonest sound the deep
JAMES THOMSON. founts of the heart.
SONG OF THE SUMMER WINDS.
Good Lord ! it is a gracious boon for thought
crazed wight like me, To sinell again these summer flowers beneath this
summer tree ! To suck once more in every breath their little
Up the dale and down the bourne,
O'er the meadow swift we fly ;
Now we whistle, now we sigh.
By the grassy-fringéd river,
Through the murmuring reeds we sweep ;
To their very hearts we creep.
And feed my fancy with fond dreams of youth's
bright summer day, When, rushing forth like untamed colt, the reck
less, truant boy Wandered through greenwoods all day long, a
mighty heart of joy ! I'm sadder now,
I have had cause ; but 0,
delight to drink ;-
calm, unclouded sky, Still mingle music with my dreams, as in the
days gone by. When summer's loveliness and light fall round
me dark and cold, I'll bear indeell life's heaviest curse,
a heart that hath waxed old !
Now the maiden rose is blushing
At the frolic things we say,
Like some truant bees at play.
Through the blooming groves we rustle,
Kissing every bud we pass,
Scarcely knowing how it was.
Down the glen, across the mountain,
O'er the yellow heatlı we roam,
Till its little breakers foam.
Bending down the weeping willows,
While our vesper hymn we sigh ;
On our weary wings we hie.
There of idlenesses dreaming,
Scarce from waking we refrain,
RAIN IN SUMMER.
Snort is the doubtful empire of the night;
Across the window-pane
Walking the fenceless fields of air;
The sick man from his chamber looks
He can behold
From the neighboring school
In the country, on every side,
Wuo has not dreamed a world of bliss
The crackling of the gorse-flowers near,
17 Low o'er the grass the swallow wings, Pouring an orange-scented tide
18 The cricket, too, how sharp he sings, Of fragrance o'er the desert wide ?
19 Puss on the hearth, with velvet paws, To hear the buzzard's whimpering shrill, 20 Sits wiping o'er her whiskered jaws, Hovering above you high and still ?
21 Through the clear streams the fishes rise, The twittering of the bird that dwells
22 And nimbly catch the incautious flies. Among the heath's delicious bells ?
23 The glow-worms, numerous and light, While round your bed, o'er fern and blade, 24 Illumed the dewy dell last night, Insects in green and gold arrayed,
25 At dusk the squalid toad was seen,
29 The frog has changed his yellow vest,
32 The mellow black bird's voice is shrill ; SUMMER MOODS.
33 My dog, so altered in his taste, I LOVE at eventide to walk alone,
34 Quits mutton-bones on grass to feast ; Down narrow glens, o'erhung with dewy thorn,
35 And see yon rooks, how odd their flight,
36 They imitate the gliding kite, Where, from the long grass underneath, the snail, Jet black, creeps out, and sprouts his timid horn.
37 And seem precipitate to fall, I love to muse o'er meadows newly mown,
38 As if they felt the piercing ball.
39 'T will surely rain ; I see with sorrow, Where withering grass perfumes the sultry air ; Where bees search round, with sad and weary
40 Our jaunt must be put off to-morrow. drone, In vain, for flowers that bloomed but newly While in the juicy corn the hidden quail
SUMMER STORM. Cries, “Wet my foot”; and, hid as thoughts
UNTREMULOUS in the river clear, unborn,
Toward the sky's image, hangs the imaged bridge ; The fairy-like and seldom-seen land-rail
So still the air that I can hear Utters Craik, craik,” like voices underground, The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Right glad to meet the evening's dewy veil,
Out of the stillness, with a gathering creep, And see the light fade into gloom around.
Like rising wind in leaves, which now decreases, JOHN CLARE.
Now lulls, now swells, and all the while increases,
The huddling trample of a drove of sheep
Tilts the loose planks, and then as gradually ceases
In dust on the other side ; life's emblem deep,
On the wide marsh the purple-blossomed grasses 1 The hollow winds begin to blow ;
Soak up the sunshine ; sleeps the brimming 2 The clouds look black, the glass is low,
tide 3 The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep, Save when the wedge-shaped wake in silence passes 4 And spiders from their cobwebs peep. Of some slow water-rat, whose sinuous glide 5 Last night the sun went pale to bed, Wavers the long green sedge's shade from side 6 The moon in halos hid her head ;
to side ; 7 The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, But up the west, like a rock-shivered surge, 8 For see a rainbow spans the sky.
Climbs a great cloud edged with sun-whitened 9 The walls are damp, the ditches smell,
spray ; 10 Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel. Huge whirls of foam boil toppling o'er its verge, 11 Hark how the chairs and tables crack ! And falling stillit seems, and yet it climbs alway. 12 Old Betty's nerves are on the rack ; 13 Loud quacks the duck, the peacocks cry, Suddenly all the sky is hid 14 The distant hills are seeming nigh.
As with the shutting of a lid, 15 How restless are the snorting swine !
One by one great drops are falling 16 The busy flies disturb the kine ;
Doubtful and slow,
FORTY REASONS FOR NOT ACCEPTING AN INVITATION OF
A FRIEND TO MAKE AN EXCURSION WITH HIM.