Not blither is the mountain roe; Her feet disperse the powdery snow The storm came on before its time: And many a hill did Lucy climb: The wretched parents all that night But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood And thence they saw the bridge of wood, They wept-and turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet;' - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet. Then downwards from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long stone wall; And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Yet some maintain that to this day That you may see sweet Lucy Gray O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song, That whistles in the wind. WORDSWORTH. Song.-On May Morning. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, MILTON. Song. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot: As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. SHAKSPEARE.[From "As you like it."] The Romance of the Swan's Nest. "So the dreams depart, So the fading phantoms flee, And the sharp reality Now must act its part." WESTWOOD'S "Beads from a Rosary." Little Ellie sits alone I. 'Mid the beeches of a meadow, II. She has thrown her bonnet by; In her hands, all sleek and dripping, III. Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile, she softly useth, Fills the silence like a speech; While she thinks what shall be done,— And the sweetest pleasure, chooseth, For her future within reach. IV. Little Ellie, in her smile Chooseth . . . “I will have a lover, .... Riding on a steed of steeds! He shall love me without guile; And to him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds. V. "And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath,And the lute he plays upon Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death. VI. "And the steed, it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind; Shall flash onward and keep measure, |