been; but I don't give way to them here. Dearest mother, I sometimes hope it will all end well; but shall not think any more of it till I hear from England. * * EDWARD FITZGERALD, 1763-1793. And every drop provokes a tear. What are all the senses' pleasures, GEORGE DIGBY, Earl of Bristol, 1612-1676. SONG. Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content; The homely house that harbors quiet rest, The cottage that affords no pride or care, The mean that 'grees with country music best, ROBERT GREEN, 1550-1592. BLESSINGS OF A COUNTRY LIFE. 1725. Far from our debtors; no Dublin letters; PLAGUES OF A COUNTRY LIFE. A companion with news; a great want of shoes; December in May; our boys run away; all servants at play! JONATHAN SWIFT, 1667-1728. XXIV. Wind and Cloud A STORM IN AUTUMN. FROM THE LATIN OF VIRGIL HY should I mark each storm and starry sign, W When milder suns in autumn swift decline? Or what new cares await the vernal hour, When spring descends in many a driving shower, While bristle into ear the bearded plains, And the green stalk distends its milky grains? E'en in mid autumn, while the jocund hind Bade the gay field the gather'd harvest bind, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descendWaste, far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne! While in dark eddies, as the whirlwind past, The straw and stubble flew before the blast. |