CHAP. XVIII. On Early Rising. 2. Ra'-di-ant, a. shining. 3. Lay, s. a song. 4. Dew'- -y, a. moist with dew. Lawn, s. a large plain in a park, or adjoining to some grand seat. Grove, s. a walk formed by trees whose branches spread above. 1. How foolish they who lengthen night, 2. And mark with curious eye the sun 4. How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume, And hear the music of the grove! 5. Nor you, ye delicate and fair, 6. With lustre teach your eyes to glow; And health and cheerfulness below. ARMSTRONG. CHAP. XIX. The Human Wish. 1. Wil-low-y-brook, s. (pro. wil-lo-e,) a brook growing willows. 2. Pil-grim, s. one who travels on a religious account. 3. I'-vy-ed-porch, s. a porch on which the ivy grows. Fra'-grant, a. sweet-smelling. 1. MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; 2. The swallow oft beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. 3. Around my ivy'd-porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; 4. The village church, among the trees, ROGERS. CHAP. XX. The Bee, the Lily of the Valley, and the Tulip. A FABLE. 1. Am'-bi-ent, a. compassing, surrounding. A-bash'-ed, part. put out of countenance. 2. Sol, s. the sun. Phi"-lo-mel, s. the nightingale. Ve-nus, s, the goddess of love. One of the planets. 4. Va-grant, a. wandering, roving, void of occupation. 7. Sa'-ble, a. dark, black. 12. Pe'-tal, s. the flower leaf of a plant. 14. Lux-u'-ri-ant, a. abundant, plentiful. Ex-ult'-ing, part. rejoicing greatly. 15. Ver-dant, a. green, beautiful. 1. THE Soft-eyed eve, serene and fair, Her tints abash'd the closing flow'rs. Shed, softly shed, the silent dews. 3. An infant bee, who at the morn, First left a tender parent's wing, Afar his giddy flight had borne, And thoughtless sipt the sweets of spring: 4. Far from its busy guardian's call, How had the little vagrant stray'd; He rested in a distant glade. 5. And there, as pensive and forlorn, The hapless rover sat and sigh'd, Panting for her he left at morn, A lily of the vale he spied. 6. With trembling voice, with suppliant eye, And thus the wand'rer she addrest: 7. "Welcome beneath my humble shed; 8. With grateful heart the insect bends, And shelters from the dewy show'r. 9. But ah! not long this sweet repose Had he beneath this shade enjoy'd, For near the spot a tulip rose, Whose envious glance the charm destroy'd, 10. "And why," it cried, "poor simple bee, Why slight the tints that glow in me, 11. Unmindful that on her you trust, The passing traveller may tread, And crush you in the fatal bed. 12. Ah! waste no more, no more repose 13. Deluded by its gaudy hue, With glee the fond believing thing 14. Now, sweets luxuriant charm his taste, 15. 'Twas on a riv'let's verdant side, Queen of the banks, the tulip stood; The stream receives its fallen pride, While the poor insect stems the flood. 16. At once, of all his hopes bereft, The mossy bank he strives to gain, Mourns that the humble flow'r he left, And beats his silken wings in vain. 17. Shudd'ring, he sees approaching death; Too late his unavailing sighs: The waters stop his vital breath; 18. Ye gentle youth, who read this tale, |