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* ΤΟ THE DAISY.
ITH little here to do or see
For thou art worthy,
Thou unassuming commonplace
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
Loose types of things through all degrees,
And many a fond and idle name
I give to thee, for praise or blame
A nun demure, of lowly port;
In thy simplicity the sport
Of all temptations;
A queen in crown of rubies drest;
A starveling in a scanty vest;
A little Cyclops, with one eye
The freak is over,
The shape will vanish, and behold!
I see thee glittering from afar--
In heaven above thee!
Yet like a star, with glittering crest,
Sweet Flower! for by that name at last
I call thee, and to that cleave fast,
That breath'st with me in sun and air,
TO THE SKYLARK
'THEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or while the wings aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
To the last point of vision, and beyond,
Mount, daring warbler!—that love-prompted strain -"Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bondThrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet mightst thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy Spring.
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine,
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
A host of golden daffodils,
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
The waves beside them danced, but they
In such a jocund company!
I gazed and gazed-but little thought
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
Which is the bliss of solitude;
THE EDUCATION OF NATURE.
in sun and shower;
HREE years she
This child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
"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,
To kindle or restrain.
"She shall be sportive as the fawn
"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
"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 vital feelings of delight
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
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;