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A SUMMER INVOCATION. '
'Tis Flora's page ;-in every place,
In every season, fresh and fair, It opens with perennial grace,
And blossoins everywhere. On waste and woodland, rock and plain,
Its humble buds unheeded rise; The rose has but a summer reign,
The DAISY never dies,
O GENTLE, gentle, summer rain,
Let not the silver lily pine,
To feel that dewy touch of thine;
The cattle pant beneath the tree;
The earth looks up in vain for thee :
And soften all the hills with mist;
By thee shall herb and flower be kiet;
SHORT REFLECTIONS FROM SHAKESPEARE.
42. 'SHORT REFLECTIONS FROM SHAKE
SPEARE. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in this naughty world.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ;
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
This above all, to thine own self be true;
43. A CRADLE HYMN.
Sleep, my darling, tenderly!
THE FIRST SWALLOW.
44. THE FIRST SWALLOW. THE gorse is yellow on the heath;
The banks with speed-well flowers are gay ;
The silver wreath of May.
The welcome guest of settled spring,
The swallow, too, is come at last;
And hailed her as she past.
Come, summer visitant, attach
To my reed roof your nest of clay,
The bird that soars on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that does most sweetly sing,
Sings in the shade when all things rest; In lark and nightingale we see at honour hath humility.
SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, Aud parting summer's lingering bloom delay'd, Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please ; How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene ! How often have I paused on every charm, The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topp'd the neighb’ring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering !overs made! How often have I bless'd the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired. The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please ; Thesu round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms-but all these charms are fled.
GOLDSMITH. GET UP, LITTLE SISTER, THE MORNING IS BRIGHT. 49
47. GET UP, LITTLE SISTER, THE MORNING IS
GET up, little sister, the morning is bright,
By the side of their mothers, look, under the trees,
The bee, I dare say, has been long on the wing'
The lark's singing gaily ; it loves the bright sun,
Get up, for when all things are merry and glad,
LADY FLORA HASTINGS.
48. SMALL SERVICE IS TRUE SERVICE. SMALL service is true service, while it lasts ;
Of friends, however humble, spurn not one; The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.