...now your home ; Ye of the rose-cheek and the dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly. With the lyre and the wreath and the joyous lay....young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth ; Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And youth is abroad in my green domains. We have already said,...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth, Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And Youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye ! —ye are...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth, Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And Youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye ! — ye are...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth, Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And Youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye ! — ye are...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the hounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth. Their lighl stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And Youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye-! —ye...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth, Their liglit stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And Youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye ! —ye...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding fooutep, to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...care-worn men, The waters are sparkling in wood and in glen, Away from the chamber and dusky hearth. The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth, Their...

...forest-boughs, They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves, And the earth resounds with the joy of waves ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay,...dwellings of care-worn men, The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ! Away from the chamber and sullen hearth, The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth...

...may be now your home. Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep to meet me fly, With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous...young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth, Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood strains, And Vouth is abroad in my green domains. But ye ! ye are changed...

...may be now your home; Ye of the rose-cheek and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly; With the lyre and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine— I may not stay. New Monthly Magazine. The latest species of the summer birds of passage arrive about the beginning...