HY walks are ever pleasant; every scene Is rich in beauty, lively, or serene Rich is that varied view with woods around, From ruins bolting, unmolested deer; Lively-the village-green, the inn, the place, Where the good widow schools her infant race. Shops, whence are heard the hammer and the saw, And village-pleasures unreproved by law. Then how serene, when in your favourite room, And when from upland paddock you look down, When cattle slowly cross the shallow brook, And shepherds pen their folds, and rest upon their crook. CRABBE. APRIL. HAVE found violets. April hath come on, Cooing upon the eaves, and drawing in Smell at my Violets-I found them where With such a simple loveliness among The common herbs of pasture, and breathe out Their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts I love to go in the capricious days Of April and hunt Violets; when the rain. And read it when the fever of the world And you will no more wonder that I love ON THE STUDY OF NATURE. NATURE! all thy seasons please the eye It is His presence that diffuses charms To know and feel His care for all that lives ;- GRAHAME. ALL NATURE BEAUTIFUL. N ATURE in every form is lovely still. I be not bower'd in a rustling grove, Tracing through flowery tufts some twinkling rill, Gazing upon the sylvanry below, And harkening to the warbling beaks above. Points to the Mighty Hand that fashion'd it. The trees and mountains, like conductors, raise My spirit upward on its flight sublime, And clouds, and suns, and heaven's marmorean floor, Are but the stepping stones by which I climb Up to the dread Invisible, to pour My grateful feelings out in silent praise. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE, |