THREE YEARS SHE GREW IN SUN AND SHOWER. THREE years she grew in sun and shower, On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take, She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse, and with me The girl in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. "She shall be sportive as the fawn, And hers shall be the breathing palm, "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm, Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her, and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place; Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty, born of murmuring sound, Shall pass into her face. Thus Nature spake the work was done How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene, The memory of what has been, And never more will be. WORDSWORTH. PLEASING 't is, O modest moon ! When boundless plenty greets his eye. HENRY KIRKE WHITE. THE FORCE OF PRAYER; OR, THE FOUNDING OF BOLTON PRIORY. A TRADITION. "What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, "Whence can comfort spring, When prayer is of no avail?" "What is good for a bootless bene?" The falconer to the Lady said; And she made answer, "ENDLESS SORROW!" For she knew that her son was dead. She knew it by the falconer's words, And from the look of the falconer's eye; And from the love which was in her soul For her youthful Romilly. -Young Romilly through Barden Woods And holds a greyhound in a leash, And the pair have reached that fearful chasm, How tempting to bestride! For lordly Wharf is there pent in With rocks on either side. This striding-place is called THE STRID, A name which it took of yore: A thousand years hath it borne that name, |