I FLOWERS. WILL not have the mad Clytie, But I will woo the dainty Rose, The Pea is but a wanton witch, And clasps her rings on every hand; The Lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me And the Daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, She is of such low degree; Jasmin is sweet, and has many loves, And the Broom's betroth'd to the Bee ; But I will plight with the dainty Rose, HOOD. THH FABLE. HE Mountain and the Squirrel And the former call'd the latter "Little Prig :" "You are doubtless very big, But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year, And I think it no disgrace If I'm not so large as you, A very pretty squirrel-track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.” EMERSON. AS I LAY A-THINKING. SI lay a-thinking, a-thinking, a-thinking, spray; the Bird as she sat upon the There came a noble Knight With his hauberk shining bright, And his gallant heart was light, And as I lay a-thinking, he rode upon his way. As I lay a-thinking, a-thinking, a-thinking, Where a gallant Knight lay slain, As I lay a-thinking-most pitiful to see. As I lay a-thinking, a-thinking, a-thinking, And a gentle Youth was nigh, As I lay a-thinking-her heart was gladsome now. As I lay a-thinking, a-thinking, a-thinking, "That I was born!" As I lay a-thinking—she perishèd forlorn. As I lay a-thinking, a-thinking, a-thinking, Sweetly sang the Bird as she sat upon the briar; There came a lovely Child, And his face was meek and mild, Yet joyously he smiled On his sire; As I lay a-thinking-a cherub might admire. But as I lay a-thinking, a-thinking, a-thinking, And sadly sang the Bird as it perch'd upon a bier; That joyous smile was gone, And the face was white and wan, As the down upon the swan As I lay a-thinking-oh, bitter flow'd the tear! As I lay a-thinking, the golden sun was sinking, O merry sang that Bird as it glitter'd on her breast With a thousand gorgeous dyes, 'Mid the stars she seem'd to rise As I lay a-thinking, her meaning was exprest: 66 Follow, follow me away! It boots not to delay," ('Twas so she seem'd to say) "Here is rest!" RICHARD H. BARHAM. A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS. OVE me, sweet, with all thou art, Love me in the lightest part, Love me in full being. Love me with thine open youth With its silence tender. Love me with thine azure eyes Love me with their lids that fall Love me with thy hand stretch'd out Love me with thy loitering foot,- Love me with thy voice that turns Love me with thy blush that burns Love me with thy thinking soul- Love me in thy gorgeous airs, When the world has crown'd thee: Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, Love me pure, as musers do, Up the woodlands shady : Love me gaily, fast, and true, Through all hopes that keep us brave, Further off or nigher, |