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XIV.

“He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover

Through the crowds that praise his deeds ;

And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover

That swan's nest among the reeds."

“Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse ; and with me

The girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power

To kindle or restrain.

XV.

Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gayly,

Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe,

And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily,

What more eggs were with the two.

XVI.

Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding up the stream, light-hearted,

Where the osier pathway leads,

Past the boughs she stoops — and stops. Lo, the wild swan had deserted,

And a rat had gnawed the reeds.

“She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn

Or up the mountain springs ;
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
And hers the silence and the calm,

Of mute insensate things. “The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ;

Nor shall she fail to see
E'en in the motions of the storm
Grace that shall mould the maiden's form

By silent sympathy.
“The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear

In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound

Shall pass into her face.
“And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,

Her virgin bosom swell ;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live

Here in this happy dell."
Thus Nature spake. The work was done, —
How soon my Lucy's race was run !

She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene ;
The memory of what has been,

And nevermore will be.

XVII.

Ellie went home sad and slow. If she found the lover ever,

With his red-roan steed of steeds,

Sooth I know not! but I know
She could never show him never,
That swan's nest among the reeds !

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

SWEET STREAM, THAT WINDS

W. WORDSWORTH.

SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid, -
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay, busy throng;
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes ;
Pure-bosomed as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.

NARCISSA.

W. COWPER.

“Young, gay, and fortunate !" Each yields a

theme. And, first, thy youth: what says it to gray hairs ? Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now ; — Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

THE EDUCATION OF NATURE.

DR. EDWARD YOUNG.

MAIDENHOOD.

THREE years she grew in sun and shower ;
Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower

On earth was never sown :
This child I to myself will take ;
She shall be mine, and I will make

A lady of my own.

MAIDEN ! with the meek brown eyes,
In whose orbs a shadow lies
Like the dusk in evening skies !

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Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding up the stream, light-hearted,

Where the osier pathway leads,

Past the boughs she stoops
Lo, the wild swan had deserted,

And a rat had gnawed the reeds.

and stops.

XVII.
Ellie went home sad and slow.
If she found the lover ever,

With his red-roan steed of steeds,

Sooth I know not ! but I know
She could never show him — never,
That swan's nest among the reeds !

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear

In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound

Shall pass into her face.
“And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,

Her virgin bosom swell ;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live

Here in this happy dell.”
Thus Nature spake. The work was done, —
How soon my Lucy's race was run !

She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,

And nevermore will be.

SWEET STREAM, THAT WINDS —

W. WORDSWORTH.

SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid,
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay, busy throng ;
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course ;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes ;
Pure-bosomed as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.

NARCISSA.

W. COWPER.

YOUNG, gay, and fortunate !" Each yields a

theme. And, first, thy youth: what says it to gray

hairs ? Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now ;Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

THE EDUCATION OF NATURE.

DR. EDWARD YOUNG.

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Her simple heart could not but feel

The words we spoke were free from guile; She stooped, she blushed, she fixed her wheel,

'T is all in vain, she can't but smile ! Just like sweet April's dawn appears

Her modest face, — I see it yet,
And though I lived a hundred years

Methinks I never could forget
The pleasure that, despite her heart,

Fills all her downcast eyes with light,
The lips reluctantly apart,

The white teeth struggling into sight, The dimples eddying o'er her cheek,

The rosy cheek that won't be still ;0, who could blame what Natterers speak,

Did smiles like this reward their skill ?

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SWEETER and sweeter,

Soft and low,
Neat little nymph,

Thy numbers flow,
Urging thy thimble,
Thrift's tidy symbol,
Busy and nimble,

To and fro;
Prettily plying

Thread and song,
Keeping them flying

Late and long, Through the stitch linger, Kissing thy finger,

Quick, - as it skips along Many an echo,

Soft and low,
Follows thy flying

Fancy so,
Melodies thrilling,
Tenderly filling
Thee with their trilling,

Come and go ;
Memory's finger,

Quick as thine, Loving to linger

On the line,
Writes of another,

Dearer than brother :
Would that the name were mine!

J. W. PALMER.

TO THE HIGHLAND GIRL OF

INVERSNAÍD. Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower Of beauty is thy earthly dower! Twice seven consenting years have shed Their utmost bounty on thy head ; And these gray rocks, this household lawn, These trees, a veil just half withdrawn, This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent lake, This little bay, a quiet road That holds in shelter thy abode ; In truth together ye do seem Like something fashioned in a dream ; Such forms as from their covert peep When earthly cares are laid asleep! But O fair Creature ! in the light Of common day, so heavenly bright, I bless thee, Vision as thou art, I bless thee with a human heart : God shield thee to thy latest years ! I neither know thee nor thy peers ; And yet my eyes are filled with tears. With earnest feeling I shall pray For thee when I am far away ; For never saw I mien or face In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence. Here scattered like a random seed, Remote from men, thou dost not need The embarrassed look of shy distress, And maidenly shamefacedness : Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear The freedom of a mountaineer ; A face with gladness overspread, Soft smiles, by human kindness bred ; And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays ; With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech, A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind, Thus beating up against the wind. What hand but would a garland cull For thee who art so beautiful ? O happy pleasure ! here to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell ; Adopt your homely ways and dress, A shepherd, thou a shepherdess ! But I could frame a wish for thee More like a grave reality :

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