An' shared wi' looin' hearts, Birdie ! wi' looin hearts

and free,
Fu' fashious loads may weel be borne;
An' roughest roads to velvet turn,

Trod cheerfully.

We've all our cares and crosses, Birdie! we've a'

our cares an' crosses ;
But then to sulk an' sit so glum,
Hout! tout! what guid o' that can come

To mend one's losses ?

But what's a wish, ye ken, Birdie! but what's a

wish, ye ken,
Nae cantrip nag, like hers of Fife,
Who darnit wi' the auld weird wife,

Flood, fell, an' fen.

But then that wire's sae strang, Birdie! but then that

wire 's sae strang!
An' I myself, sae seemin' free, -
Nae wings have I to waften me

Whar fain I'd gang.

An' ae thing weel l wot, Birdie ! an' ae thing weel

I wot,
There 's ane abune the highest sphere
Wha cares for a' his creatures here,

Marks every lot;

Wha guards the crownéd king, Birdie ! wha guards

the crowned king,
An' taketh heed for sic as me,
Sae little wozth, — an' e'en for thee,

Puir witless thing!

Happy insect! what can be
In happiness compared to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning's gentle wine !
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup doth fill;

'T is filled wherever thou dost tread,
Nature's self 's thy Ganymede.
Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing;
Happier than the happiest king!
All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants, belong to thee;
All that summer-hours produce,
Fertile made with early juice.
Man for thee does sow and plough:
Farmer he, and landlord thou !

Thou dost innocently joy,
Nor does thy luxury destroy ;
The shepherd gladly heareth thee,
More harmonious than he.
Thee country hinds with gladness hear,
Prophet of the ripened year!
Thee Phæbus loves, and does inspire;
Phæbus is himself thy sire.
To thee, of all things upon earth,
Life is no longer than thy mirth.
Happy insect! happy thou
Dost neither age nor winter know;
But, when thou 'st drunk, and danced, and sung
Thy fill, the flowery leaves among,
Sated with thy summer feast,
Thou retir'st to endless rest.

THE CASTLE BY THE SEA.

FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. TRANSLATED BY LONG

FELLOW

“ Hast thou seen that lordly castle,

That castle by the sea ?
Golden and red above it

The clouds float gorgeously.

“ And fain it would stoop downward

To the mirrored wave below;
And fain it would soar upward

In the evening's crimson glow."

“ Well have I seen that castle,

That castle by the sea,
And the moon above it standing,

And the mist rise solemnly."

“ The winds and the waves of ocean,

Had they a merry chime ?
Didst thou hear, from those lofty chambers,

The harp and the minstrel's rhyme ?"

“ The winds and the waves of ocean,

They rested quietly;
But I heard on the gale a sound of wail,

And tears came to mine eye.”

“ And sawest thou on the turrets

The king and his royal bride?
And the wave of their crimson mantles ?

And the golden crown of pride ?

“Led they not forth, in rapture,

A beauteous maiden there,
Resplendent as the morning siin,

Beaming with golden hair ?".

“ Well saw I the ancient parents,

Without the crown of pride ;
They were moving slow, in weeds of woe;

No maiden was by their side !"

CASABIANCA. – Mrs. Hemans.

The boy stood on the burning deck,

Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck

Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though childlike, form.

The flames rolled on, - he would not go,

Without his father's word; That father, faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud, -"Say, father, say

If yet my task is done!"
He knew not that the chieftain lay

Unconscious of his son.

“ Speak, father!" once again he cried,

“If I may yet be gone." — And but the booming shots replied,

And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death

In still, yet brave despair.