Swifter still the dawn advances, In the light the wood-fly dances; Rouse thee, slumberer, from thy pillow! Wake thee-life is but a day, Gay its morn, and short as gay; Hope, bright hope, can paint no morrow; Noon shall find thee faint and weary, Wake thee, drowsy slumberer, wake thee. THE RETURN OF SPRING. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. Cauld winter is awa', my love, And spring is in her prime; Upon the sprouting tree, A theme which pleaseth me. The blackbird is a pawky loon, And ever singeth he, Come here, come here, my spousal dame !— A theme which pleaseth me. What says the sangster rose-linnet? His breast is beating high, Come here, come here, my ruddie mate, way of love to try! The The lavrock calls his freckled mate, Frae near the sun's ee-bree, Make on the knowe, our nest, my love! A theme which pleaseth me. The hares hae brought forth twins, my love, Sae has the cushat doo; The raven croaks a softer way, His sooty love to woo: And nought but love, love breathes around Frae hedge, frae field, and tree, Soft whispering love to Jeanie's heart: A theme which pleaseth me. O lassie is thy heart mair hard Say, maun the hale creation wed, And Jean remain to woo? Say, has the holie lowe of love THE BLACK COCK. JOANNA BAILLIE. Good morrow to thy sable beak, A maid there is in yonder tower, A fleeting moment of delight THE WOUNDED HUSSAR. THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. Alone to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube By the light of the moon, her poor wounded Hussar. From his bosom that heaved, the last torrent was streaming, And pale was his visage, deep mark'd with a scar, And dim was that eye, once expressively beaming, That melted in love, and that kindled in war. How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war! Hast thou come, my fond love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of thy wounded Hussar? Thou shalt live, she replied: Heaven's mercy relieving Ye babes of my love, that await me afar !— ROLAND CHEYNE. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. The sun upon a summer morn, The woods all in their fragrant leaves, Seems ocean's simmering brine, |