"One morn I ran away, A madcap, hoyden rill- "And then, mid meadowy banks, "But these bright scenes are o'er, And darkly flows my wave I hear the ocean's roar, And there must be my grave!" HI THE CLOUDS. IGH above us, slowly sailing Little clouds so soft and white, When the summer sun is shining In the morning very early From his soft and lowly nest Soars the lark with joyous carol Till he nestles in your breast. Tender messages he carries From the flowers that watch and sigh Slowly sailing through the sky. "MAM THE DEW. [AMMA," said little Isabel, The pretty grass and lovely flowers "For every morning, when I wake, "I wonder why the grass and flowers For early through their tears they smile Perhaps 'tis when the sun goes down They fear the gathering shade, And that is why they cry at night — Mamma, if I should go and tell The pretty grass and flowers About God's watchful love and care Through the dark midnight hours, -Selected. "I think they would no longer fear, And then, perhaps they'd bow their heads, "What seemeth tears," the mother said, "Is the refreshing dew Our Heavenly Father sendeth down, "The glittering drops of pearly dew What slumber through the silent night "Thus God remembers all the works O'er all, his watchfulness and care RAIN IN SUMMER. GENTLE, gentle summer rain, In heat the landscape quivering lies; - Selected. Through parching air and purple skies The earth looks up, in vain, for thee; For thee, for thee, it looks in vain, O gentle, gentle summer rain! Come, then, and brim the meadow streams, O falling dew! from burning dreams. O gentle, gentle summer rain! - W. C. Bennett. A SUMMER SHOWER. DROP fell on the apple-tree, A half a dozen kissed the eaves, A few went out to help the brook, The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The sunshine threw his hat away; The breezes brought dejected lutes, - Emily Dickinson. I A SONG OF CLOVER. WONDER what the Clover thinks Peer of the gayest and the best; One out of three, and three in one; Oh! who knows what the Clover thinks? - Saxe Holm. |