HARMONY. Bowring. I BADE the day-break bring to me I asked the noon for music then; I hastened from the restless throng, Thou omnipresent Harmony! Shades, streams, and stars are full of thee; Thine all-pervading power is found; REST. Berbert. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessing standing by, So strength made first a way, Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honor, pleasure, Perceiving that alone of all his treasure, 'For if I should,' said he, 'Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in nature, not the God of Nature, So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; TIME. R. Montgomery. WE watch the ever rolling waves' career, WILD FLOWERS. Liroll. BEAUTIFUL children of the woods and fields! That bloom by mountain streamlets 'mid the heather, Or into clusters 'neath the hazels gather, Or where by hoary rocks you make your bields, And sweetly flourish on through summer weather I love ye all! Beautiful flowers! to me ye fresher seem Fair modest maidens nursed in hamlets small: Beautiful gems! that on the brow of earth, Though lowly ye and meet without a name, Beautiful things, ye are, where'er ye grow! The wild red rose-the speedwell's peeping eyes; Our own blue bell-the daisy that doth rise Wherever sunbeams fall, or winds do blow, And thousands more of blessed forms and dyes, I love you all! Beautiful nurslings of the early dew! Beautiful watchers! day and night ye wake! The evening star grows dim and fades away, And morning comes and goes, and then the day Within the arms of night its rest doth take; But ye are watchful wheresoe'er we strayI love ye all! Beautiful objects of the wild bee's love! Beautiful children of the glen and dell, The dingle deep-the moorland stretching wide, And of the mossy fountain's sedgy side; Ye o'er my heart have thrown a lovesome spell, And though the worldling, scorning, may deride SONG. Eliza E. A YOUNG rose in the summer time And glorious are the many stars But gentle words and loving hearts, The sun may warm the grass to life; It is not much the world can give And gold and gems are not the things But oh! if those who cluster round Our own domestic hearth, Have gentle words and loving smiles, How beautiful is earth! |