MORNING SONG.-Cunningham. OH, come! for the lily On her wings and her feet; Oh, come! hark the throstle Invites you aloud; And wild comes the plover's cry Down from the cloud: The stream lifts its voice, And yon daisy's begun To part its red lips And drink dew in the sun. The sky laughs in light, Earth rejoices in green So come, and I'll crown thee Oh, haste! hark the shepherd Where the blackberry's ripe : The bright sun is tasting Yon glad maiden's lilting An old bridal-rhyme.. There's joy in the heaven MERCY.-Shakspeare. THE quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown: His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of Kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the heart of Kings; It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, LAMENT FOR JAMES, EARL OF THE wind blew hollow frae the hills, Looked on the fading yellow woods That waved o'er Lugar's winding stream: Beneath a craigy steep, a Bard Laden with years and meikle pain, In loud lament bewailed his lord, Whom death had all untimely ta’en. He leaned him to an ancient aik, Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years; His locks were bleachèd white wi' time! His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears! And as he touched his trembling harp, And as he tuned his doleful sang, The winds, lamenting through their caves, To echo bore the notes alang. "Ye scattered birds that faintly sing, But nocht in all revolving time Can gladness bring again to me. "I am a bending aged tree, That long has stood the wind and rain : But now has come a cruel blast, And my last hald of earth is gane : Nae leaf o' mine shall greet the spring, Nae summer sun exalt my bloom; But I maun lie before the storm, And ithers plant them in my room. "I've seen sae mony changefu' years, E Unheard, unpitied, unrelieved, Lie a' that would my sorrows share. "And last (the sum of a' my griefs!) For a' the life of life is dead, "Awake thy last sad voice, my harp! The voice of woe and wild despair! Awake, resound thy latest lay, Then sleep in silence evermair! And thou, my last, best, only friend, That fillest an untimely tomb, Accept this tribute from the Bard Thou brought from fortune's mirkest gloom. "In poverty's low barren vale, Thick mists, obscure, involved me round; Though oft I turned the wistful eye, No ray of fame was to be found: Thou found'st me, like the morning sun That melts the fogs in limpid air; The friendless Bard and rustic song, Became alike thy fostering care. "Oh! why has worth so short a date? While villains ripen gray with time! Must thou, the noble, gen'rous, great, Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime ! Why did I live to see that day? "The bridegroom may forget the bride That smiles sae sweetly on her knee; And a' that thou hast done for me!" HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON MAN'S IGNO RANCE OF FUTURE EVENTS, AND ON HIS HOPE OF A FUTURE STATE.-Pope. ; HEAVEN from all creatures hides the book of fate Atoms or systems into ruin hurled; And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar |