IN the barn the tenant cock, Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock !) Jocund that the morning's nigh. Swifty from the mountain's brow, Philomel forsakes the thorn, Plaintive where she prates at night; And the lark, to meet the morn, Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, See the chattering swallow spring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge, Quick she dips her dappled wing. Now the pine-tree's waving top From the balmy sweet uncloy'd, Trickling through the creviced rock, When 'tis sun-drove from the hills. Colin's for the promised corn Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng Echoes to the rising day. FAITHFUL ANNIE. "WHY do you sit in the dull house, Annie? "I must stay here in the house," said Annie, "For here, in the bed, poor Jennie lies moaning, And no friend or kin in the world has she; So mother says, our 6 Has given the care of our Father in heaven' poor Jennie to me. All day, dear mother is out at washing, Or find sweet flowers, or hide in the wood,” "Come! your mother is a mile from the village, And no one will tell her," said Lizzie May; "And as to Jane, she never will miss you, If you take but an hour from this tedious day." "Though I very often feel tempted," said Annie, "I cast the wrong thoughts away from my mind; And, Lizzie, I could not deceive my mother, For neither pleasure nor peace should I find. "I have often thought of running, Lizzie, And have put on my bonnet and tied the string; Of running up the hill by the river, Like a bird that flies with feathery wing; But then I thought poor Jenny might suffer of water while I was gone, For a cup Or would ask about the time or weather, "And often when I'm tired, and longing How I should wish Him to smile with pleasure, |