On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O! I could ever sweep the oar, NIGHT AND DEATH By Joseph Blanco White YSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Did he not tremble for this lovely This glorious canopy of Light Yet, 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Who could have thought such Darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find, Whilst flower and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless Orbs thou mad'st us blind! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life? THE DAISY By James Montgomery HERE is a flower, a little flower And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field. In gay but quick succession shine; But this small flower, to Nature dear, It smiles upon the lap of May, The purple heath and golden broom, But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Within the garden's cultured round The lambkin crops its crimson gem; 'Tis Flora's page in every place, On waste and woodland, rock and plain, The rose has but a summer reign; The Daisy never dies! THE TIGER By William Blake IGER! Tiger! burning bright, In what distant deeps or skies On what wings dare he aspire? And what shoulder, and what art, What the hammer, what the chain? When the stars threw down their spears, Did He, Who made the Lamb, make thee? Tiger! Tiger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye TO THE CUCKOO By John Logan AIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring! Soon as the daisy decks the green, Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant! with thee And hear the sound of music sweet The schoolboy, wandering through the wood Starts, thy most curious voice to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! THE O'LINCOLN FAMILY By Wilson Flagg FLOCK of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove; Some were warbling cheerily, and some were making love: |