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There are who for thy last, long sleep And through gray clouds give laws unto Shall sleep as sweetly nevermore,

the realm, Shall weep

because thou canst not weep, Curse good and great, but worship their And grieve that all thy griefs are o'er. own wit,

And roar of fights, and fairs, and junketSad thrift of love! the loving breast

ings, On which the aching head was thrown, Corn, colts, and curs - the while the Gave up the weary head to rest,

Blackbird sings. But kept the aching for its own.

Before her home, in her accustomed

seat, The tidy grandain spins beneath the

shade FREDERICK TENNYSON. Of the old honeysuckle, at her feet

The dreaming pug, and purring tabby

laid;

THE BLACKBIRD.

To her low chair a little maiden clings,

And spells in silence—while the BlackHow sweet the harmonies of afternoon!

bird sings. The Blackbird sings along the sunny

breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer

Sometimes the shadow of a lazy cloud

Breathes o'er the hamlet with its garboon;

dens green, Rich breath of hayfields streams

While the far fields with sunlight overthrough whispering trees;

flowed And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,

Like golden shores of Fairyland are

seen; And listen fondly-while the Blackbird sings.

Again the sunshine on the shadow

springs,

And fires the thicket - where the Black. How soft the lovelight of the west re

bird sings. poses On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of The woods, the lawn, the peakéd manorroses,

house, On the gray belfry with its ivy hood, With its peach-covered walls, and And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel rookery loud, that flings

The trim, quaint garden-alleys, screened Its bubbling freshness- while the Black- with boughs, bird sings.

The lion-headed gates, so grim and

The mossy fountain with its murmurThe very dial on the village church Seems as 't were dreaming in a dozy ings,

Lie in warm sunshine-while the Black.

bird sings. The scribbled benches underneath the

porch Bask' in the kindly welcome of the The ring of silver voices, and the sheen west:

Of festal garments, and my lady But the broad casements of the old Three

streams Kings

With her gay court across the garden Blaze like a furnace-while the Black

green; bird sings.

Some laugh, and dance, some whisper

their love-dreams; And there bencath the immemorial elm And one calls for a little page; he strings Three rosy revellers round a table Her lute beside her—while the Black. sit,

sings.

proud,

rest;

JOHN A. DORGAN.

MARY BOLLES BRANCH.

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mer, steals

A little while—and lo! the charm is | Down by the brook he bends his steps, heard;

and through A youth, whose life has been all sum- A lowly wicket; and at last he stands

Awful beside the bed of one who grew Forth from the noisy guests around the From boyhood with him, who with board,

lifted hands Creeps by her softly; at her footstool And eyes seems listening to far welcomkneels;

ings And, when she pauses, murmurs tender And sweeter music — than the Blackthings

bird sings. Into her fond ear-while the Black bird sings.

Two golden stars, like tokens from the

blest, The smoke-wreaths from the chimneys

Strike on his dim orbs from the setcurl up higher,

ting sun; And dizzy things of eve begin to float His sinking hands seem pointing to the Upon the light; the breeze begins to tire.

He smiles as though he said, “Thy

will be done! Half-way to sunset with a drowsy note The ancient clock from out the valley His eyes, they see not those illuminings; swings;

His ears, they hear not — what the

Blackbird sings. The grandam nods--and still the Black

bird sings.

west;

Far shouts and laughter from the farm

stead peal, Where the great stack is piling in the

JOHN A. DORGAN.

sun;

Through narrow gates o'erladen wagons

[U. S. A.)
reel,

FATE.
And barking curs into the tumult run;
While the inconstant wind bears off, and | THESE withered hands are weak,
brings

But they shall do my bidding, though The merry tempest-and the Blackbird

so frail ; sings.

These lips are thin and white, but shall

not fail On the high wold the last look of the sun The appointed words to speak. Burns, like a beacon, over dale and stream;

Thy sneer I can forgive, The shouts have ceased, the laughter and Because I know the strength of destiny; the fun;

Until my task is done, I cannot die; The grandam sleeps, and peaceful be And then, I would not live.

her dream; Only a hammer on an anvil rings; The day is dying--still the Blackbird sings.

MARY BOLLES BRANCH. Now the good vicar passes from his gate,

[U. S. A. ] Serene, with long white hair; and in

THE PETRIFIED FERN.
Burns the clear spirit that hath conquered
Fate,

In a valley, centuries ago,
And felt the wings of immortality;

Grew a little fern-leaf, green and His heart is thronged with great imagin- slender, ings,

Veining delicate and fibres tender; And tender mercies—while the Black Waving when the wind crept down so bird sings.

low;

his eye

ocean;

Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew Earth, one tiine, put on a frolic mood, round it,

Heaved the rocks and changed the Playful sunbeams darted in and found

mighty motion it,

Of the deep, strong currents of the Drops of dew stole in by night, and crowned it,

Moved the plain and shook the haughty But no foot of man e'er trod that

wood, way;

Crushed the little fern in soft moist clay, Earth was young and keeping holi- Covered it, and hid it safe away. day.

0, the long, long centuries since that

day! Monster fishes swam the silent main, 0, the agony, 0, life's bitter cost, Stately forests waved their giant Since that useless little fern was lost!

branches, Mountains hurled their snowy ava- Useless! Lost! There came a thought

lanches, Mammoth creatures stalked across the

Searching Nature's secrets, far and plain;

deep; Nature revelled in grand mysteries ;

From a fissure in a rocky steep But the little fern was not of these, He withdrew a stone, o'er which there ran Did not number with the hills and

Fairy pencillings, a quaint design, trees,

Veinings, leafage, fibres clear and fine, Only grew and waved its wild sweet And the fern's life lay in every line ! way,

So, I think, God hides some souls away, No one came to note it day by day. Sweetly to surprise us the last day.

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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase !) 144 | A weary lot is thine, fair maid..

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Above the pines the moon was slowly drift-

A wet sheet and a flowing sea ............ 144
ing

301
A calm and lovely paradise

172 Beat on, proud billows; Boreas, blow 39
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound

139
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!

203
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun ..
146 Begone dull care..

20
A face that should content me wondrous

Beneath an Indian palm a girl

181
4

Beneath the moonlight and the snow ..... 214
A floating, a floating..

175
250

Better trust all and be deceived
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by 103 Blow, blow, thou winter wind

16
Again, how can she but immortal be.. 11

Blue gulf all around us...

261

121
A happy bit hame this auld world would be 184 Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen
Ah ! County Guy, the hour is nigh........ 105
105 Bonny Tibbie Inglis !

181
Alas, 't is true, I have gone here and there 18 Break, break, break..

196
A light is out in Italy
304 Bright image of the early years

176
All before us lies the way

202

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride. 66
All powers of the sea and air
252 By Nebo's lonely mountain.

237
All the rivers run into the sea.

306 By the flow of the inland river............ 326
All thonghts, all passions, all delights
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom 138 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm...... 247
Alone I walk the morning street.

328
Calm on the listening ear of night

238
Along the ramparts which surround the

Can angel spirits need repose.

136
town ..

288 Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake. 126
Although I enter not.

195
Close beside the meeting waters

273
A man there came, whence none could tell 217 Close his eyes; his work is done !.. 290
Among so many, can He care?

277
Come into the garden, Maud..

198
And are ye sure the news is true?.

71
Come live with me, and be my love..

4
And I shall sleep ; and on thy side 190 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged ; 't is
And is the swallow gone?.....

182
at a white heat now

170
And is there care in heaven? And is there Come, Sleep, 0 Sleep, the certain knot of
love...
7 peace..

6
And O, the longing, burning eyes !... 333 Comes something down with eventide. 258
And thou hast walked about how strange

Come to me, dearest, I'm lonely without
a story!.

141
thee....

330
A parish priest was of the pilgrim train... 46 Come with a smile, when come thou must. 313
A sentinel angel sitting high in glory 305

Condemned to hope's delusive mine.. 59
A silver javelin which the hills.

Consider the sea's listless chime
262

295
As I stood by yon roofless tower..

83 Cooper, whose name is with his country's
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers 173

woven....

166
A song of a boat..

282

Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Doug-
A Sower went forth to sow..

las ..
329

250
As ships becalmed at eve, that lay
244 Creep into thy narrow bed.

266
A stillness crept about the house..

310
At daybreak in the fresh light, joyfully

Day-stars ! that ope your eyes with morn,
295
to twinkle ...

140
A thousand years shall corne and go 258 Dear friend of old, whom memory links.... 319
At noon, within the dusty town.

315

Dear Friend! whose presence in the house 246
A traveller through a dusty road strewed

Dear is my little native vale ...

81
acorns on the lea

218

Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and
At the close of the day, when the hamlet

stars'.

46
is still..

72

Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her.. 278
At the king's gate the subtle noon.

294

Down below, the wild November whist-
At the mid hour of night, when stars are

ling

247
weeping, I fly....
124

302
At the spring of an arch in the great north

Drawn out, like lingering bees, to share..
tower..

319 Earl Gawain wooed the Lady Barbara. 264
Awake, my soul, and with the sun... 46 Earth with its dark and dreadful ills

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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see .......... 30 | How many days with mute adieu.......... 177
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree.
31 How near to good is what is fair!.

19
Farewell rewards and fairies !.

20 | How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of
Farewell ! since never more for thee... 339 youth ...

38
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean 49 | How sweet it was to breathe that cooler
Father, I know that all my life....
246

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Father of all ! in every age

48 How sweet it were, if without feeble fright 144
Father, thy paternal care.

146 How sweet the harmonies of afternoon !
Father! thy wonders do not singly stand . 176 How vainly men themselves amaze

34
Fear no more the heat o' the sun..

16
Fly to the desert, fly with me.

123
For a foot that will not come.......
316 I am content, I do not care....

51
Forever with the Lord !....
135 I am old and blind!...

237
Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale. 174 I climb the hill: from end to end.

196
From gold to gray..

216 I, country-born an' bred, know where to
From harmony, from heavenly harmony 45 find ....

224
From his home in an Eastern bungalow.... 321 I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair. .

26
From Oberon, in fairy-land.
21 | I do not own an inch of land...

274
From Stirling Castle we had seen
101 I dwell in grace's courts..

10
From the recesses of a lowly spirit.
146 1 If all the world and love were young.

5
Full fathoin five thy father lies.......... 16 If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song. 64

I feel a newer life in every gale

155
Give! as the morning that flows out of I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness
heaven....

259
alone..

165
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet..
5 If love were what the rose is ..

286
“Give us a song!

the soldiers cried. 263 I found a fellow-worker when I deemed I
Go, call for the mourners, and raise the

toiled alone.....

337
lament ....

89 If stores of dry and learnéd lore we gain 156
God makes sech nights, all white an' still. 225 If thou wert by my side, my love

143
God moves in a mysterious way...
71 If with light head erect I sing

236
God of the earth's extended plains ! 162 I have been out to-day in field and wood.. 256
God sets some souls in shade, alone. 277 I have fancied sometimes, the old Bethel-
Go forth in life, O friend ! not seeking love 259 bent beam...

304
Go, soul, the body's guest....

5 I have had playmates, I have had compan-
Grandmother's mother; her age, I guess.. 219

ions.

120
Grow old along with me.....
204 I hear it often in the dark

307
I knew a Princess : she was old

303
Had I a heart for falsehood framed
79 | I know not how to comfort thee

254
Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove !
75 I know not if or dark or bright

179
Hail to thee, blithe spirit....
127 I know not that the men of old

180
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings 16 I know not what shall befall me...

307
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning I like a church, I like a cowl..

200
star.

109 I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone. 137
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss I loved to hear the war-horn cry ..........

168
shay..

221 I love to wander through the woodlands
Heap on more wood !- the wind is chill.. 107 hoary ...

233
Hear the sledges with the bells...
202 I'm sitting on the stile, Mary

163
Heigh-ho! daisies and buttercups !.. 282 I'm wearin' awa', Jean...

86
He is gone on the mountain..

106

In Athens, when all learning centred there 326
He kept his honesty and truth
165 In a valley, centuries ago.

341
He meets, by heavenly chance express.... 253 I never loved ambitiously to climb... 12
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow. 59 In lowly dale, fast by a river's side

51
Her hands are cold; her face is white..... 223 In summer, when the days were long.. 183
He said, “O brother, where's the use of In the still air the music lies unheard. 247
climbing ?”
294 In the summer twilight.

313
He's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn .. 84 In this sad hour, so still, so late

298
He sleeps not here; in hope and prayer... 221 Into a city street

307
He's now upon the spectre's back... 186 In winter, when the rain rained cauld. 24
He that loves a rosy cheek....
25 I plucked the harebells as I went...

337
He that of such a height hath built his mind 14 I said to Sorrow's awful storm..

148
He who died at Azan sends....

318 I saw a man, by some accounted wise. 321
Hie upon Hielands....
76 I saw two clouds at morning

156
High hopes that burned like stars sublime 212 I say to thee, do thou repeat.

241
High walls and huge the body may confine 168 I sought thee round about, O thou my God 26
His echoing axe the settler swung ..
234 Is there a whim-inspired fool..

83
Hither thou com'st. The busy wind all Is this a fast, to keep....

31
night..
32 It chanceth once to every soul..

306
How are thy servants blest, O Lord !.. 47 It fell about the Martinmas

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How beautiful it was, that one bright day. 211 It fell about the Martinmas time.

24
How dear to this heart are the scenes of I thought of thee, my partner and my guide 103
my childhood...

147 It is a place where poets crowned may feel
Howe'er the wheels of Time go round 262 the heart's decaying.

194
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean.. 31 It is done!....

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How happy is he born and taught
13 It is not growing like a tree...

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