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4. I marked his look of faithful love;
I placed my hand on his shaggy side : " There is a sun that shines above,"
“A sun that shines on both," I cried.
go at last.
128.- BLOSSOMS. [ROBERT HERRICK.]
Why do you fall so fast ?
Your date is not so past ;
An hour or half's delight,
And so to bid good night ?
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shewn their pride Like you, awhile, they glide
Into the grave.
129.—THE COTTAGER TO HER CHILD.
Save thee, my pretty love !
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
3. Nay, start not at that sparkling light, 'Tis but the moon that shines so bright On the window pane bedropped with rain. Then, little darling, sleep again,
And wake when it is day.
130.-TO A FLOWER CALLED “THE FRINGED GENTIAN." [WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT).
1. Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew And coloured with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night.
2. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple drest, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.
3. Thou waitest late, and com'st alone When woods are bare, and birds are flown; And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near its
I would, that thus, when I shall see
131.—MARCH. [WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.]
1. The stormy March is come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies: I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies.
2. Ah! passing few are they who speak,
Wild, stormy month, in praise of thee; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me,
3. For thou to Northern lands again
The glad and glorious Sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train, And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
4. Thou bring'st the hope of those calm skies,
And that soft time of sunny showers, When the wide bloom, on earth that lies,
Seems of a brighter world than ours.
132.—THE GLOW WORM.
A worm is known to stray,
By such a lamp bestowed,
Might serve, however small,
And save him from a fall.
4. Whate'er she meant, this truth divine
Is legible and plain: 'Tis power Almighty bids him shine,
Nor bids him shine in vain.
133.—THE HOLLY TREE. [ROBERT SOUTHEY.]
The Holly Tree?
Its glossy leaves
Can emblems see,
So bright and green,
Less bright than they :