23. THE DAFFODILS. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, Continuous as the stars that shine The waves beside them danced; but they A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed and gazed- but little thought For oft, when on my couch I lie WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 24. 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; To reflect back her blushes, I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! Thy leaves o'er the bed, So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, The gems drop away! Oh! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? -THOMAS MOORE. 25. FROM THE TWENTY-FOURTH PSALM. The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof, FROM THE NINETEENTH PSALM. The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD. The spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, And publishes to every land Soon as the evening shades prevail While all the stars that round her burn, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all "The Hand that made us is divine!" -JOSEPH ADDISON. PART II. 1. BEES IN THE HIVE. I. It is a June morning, full of sunshine and perfume, of bird-songs and leafy whisperings. As we stand upon the porch of the large old farmhouse, waves of fragrance are borne to us from the white clover in the near meadow and from the lindens which border the driveway. Humming-birds are flashing among the scarlet beans, and butterflies are airily hovering over the rose-bushes. "Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or see it glisten." And here, darting right into the throat of the climbing honeysuckle, comes a honey-bee. This is just the day which bees like, so I propose that we visit to-day one of their cities, -a curious city with streets and gates, but no pavements; with houses, but no windows or chimneys; with intense activity, but no excitement or discord. The sagacious eye of the farmer has been watching the bees this morning, and he has been heard |