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SONG AND LAUGHTER.

THE MINSTREL.

EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.

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To the minstrel said the king,

Sing you mournful songs or glad ?” “ Nay, sire, 'tis of life I sing;

Gay to-day, to-morrow sad.”

“Minstrel, tell us not of tears;

Dulcet notes to joy belong."
“Nay, sire, he who sorrow fears,

Will not hear the sweetest song.

THE POET'S SONG.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

THE rain had fallen; the poet arose ;

He passed by the town and out of the street; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,

And waves of shadow went over the wheat,

And he sat him down in a lonely place,

And chanted a melody loud and sweet,
That made the wild swan pause in her cloud,

And the lark drop down at his feet.
The swallow stopped as he hunted the bee,

The snake slipped under a spray,
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak,

And stared, with his foot on the prey,
And the nightingale thought, “I have sung many songs,

But never a one so gay ;
For he sings of what the world will be
When the

years

have died away.

HUNTING-SONG.

WALTER SCOTT.

WAKEN, lords and ladies

gay

!
On the mountain dawns the day;

All the jolly chase is here

With hawk and horse and hunting-spear!
Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling.

Merrily, merrily mingle they;
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

Waken, lords and ladies gay!
The mist has left the mountain gray;

Springlets in the dawn are steaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming,

And foresters have busy been
To track the buck in thicket green:

Now we come to chant our lay;
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

Waken, lords and ladies gay!
To the greensward haste away!

We can show you where he lies,

Fleet of foot and tall of size ;
We can show the marks he made
When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed;

You shall see him brought to bay;
Waken, lords and ladies gay!

Louder, louder chant the lay,
“ Waken lords and ladies gay!”

Tell them youth and mirth and glee

Run a course as well as we.
Time, stern huntsman! who can balk,
Stanch as hound and fleet as hawk ?

Think of this, and rise with day,
Gentle lords and ladies gay!

THE GREENWOOD.

WILLIAM L. BOWLES.

Oh, when 'tis summer weather,
And the yellow bee, with fairy sound,
The waters clear is humming round,

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