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These roofs demand; listen! with prelude slow,
Hosannah! Lord of lords, and King of kings”!
William Lisle Bowles.
THE MALTBY YEWS.
FAMED Malthy rews, with trunks like stone !
Are you or these gray rocks the older ?
Age after age, while Time grew old,
And high above the full-voiced lark
0, could I write upon your gloom
SHALL behold far off thy towering crest,
Proud mountain ! from thy heights as slow I stray Down through the distant vale my homeward way, I shall behold upon thy rugged breast The parting sun sit smiling: me the while Escaped the crowd, thoughts full of heaviness May visit, as life's bitter losses press Hard on my bosom; but I shall beguile The thing I am, and think that even as thou Dost lift in the pale beam thy forehead high, Proud mountain ! whilst the scattered vapors ily Unheeded round thy breast, so, with calm brow, The shades of sorrow I may meet, and wear The smile unchanged of peace, though pressed by care !
William Lisle Bowles.
EREWHILE I saw ye faintly through far haze
Spread many miles above the fields of sea;
My dear, dear bride, two days had made thee mine,
MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE.
WAS in Margate last July, I walked upon the pier,
· What make
The gloom upon your youthful cheek speaks anything
but joy" ; Again I said, “What make you here, you little vul
gar Boy ? "
He frowned, that little vulgar Boy, — he deemed I
meant to scoff, And when the little heart is big, a little " sets it off.” He put his finger in his mouth, his little bosom rose, He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose ! “Hark! don't you hear, my little man ? — it's striking,
nine," I said, “ An hour when all good little boys and girls should Run home and get your supper, else your Ma will
be in bed.
scold, O fie! It's very wrong indeed for little boys to stand and
The tear-drop in his little eye again began to spring, His bosom throbbed with agony,
- he cried like anything! I stooped, and thus amidst his sobs I heard him
murmur, — “Ah! I have n't got no supper, and I have n't got no Ma!
“My father, he is on the seas, my mother 's dead
and gone! And I am here, on this here pier, to roam the world
I have not had this livelong day one drop to cheer
iny heart, Nor 'brown' to buy a bit of bread with, — let alone
“If there's a sonl will give me food, or find me in
employ, By day or night, then blow me tight !” (he was a vul.
gar Boy ;) “ And now I'm here, from this here pier it is my
fixed intent To jump as Mr. Levi did from off the Monument !” “ Cheer up! cheer up! my little man,
cheer I kindly said, “You are a naughty boy to take such things into your