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Short-lived likings may be bred
THE REDBREAST AND BUTTERFLY. Art thou the Bird whom Man loves best, The pious Bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin;
Their Thomas in Fioland,
And Russia far inland ? The Bird, who by some name or other All men who know thee call their Brother, The Darling of Children and men ? Could Father Adam open
eyes,' And see this sight beneath the skies, lied wish to close them again.
Eddying round and round they sink
If the Butterfly knew but his friend,
So painfully in the wood ?
What ailed thee, Robin, that thou couldst pursue
A beautiful Creature,
'T is a pretty Baby-treat; Nor, I deem, for me unmeet; Here, for neither Babe por me, Other Play-mate can I see. Of the couutless living things, That with stir of feet and wings, (In the sun or under shade, Upon bough or grassy blade) And with busy revelbugs, Chirp and song, aud murmurings, Made this Orchard's narrow space, And this Vale so blithe a place; Multitudes are swept away Never more to breathe the day: Some are sleeping; some in Bands Travelled into distant Lands; Others slunk to moor and wood, Far from human neighbourhood; And, among the Kinds that keep With us closer fellowship, With us openly abide, All have laid their mirth aside.
- Where is he that giddy Sprite, Blue-cap, with his colours bright, Who was blest as bird could be, Feeding in the apple-tree; Made such wavion spoil and rout, Turning blossoins inside out; Hung with head towards the ground, Fluttered, perclied, into a round Bound himself, and then unbound ? Litest, gaudiest Darlequin! Prettiest Tumbler ever seen!
THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES.
That way look, my Infant, lo!
• Seo Paradise Lost, Book XI, where Adam points out to Eve ibe ominous sign of the Eagle chasing - two Birds of gayest plume, and the gentle Hort and Hind pursued by their enemy.
Say, when the moving Creatures saw
Light of heart, and light of limb,
Or peeped they often from their beds
All Summer long the happy Eve
Yet, where the guardian Fence is wound,
And, though the jealous turf refuse
Yet, whate'er enjoyments dwell In the impenetrable cell Of the sileot heart which Nature Furnishes to every Creature; Whatsoe'er we feel and know Too sedate for outward show, Such a light of gladness breaks, Pretty Kitten! from thy freaks,Spreads with such a living grace O'er my little Laura's face; Yes, the sight so stirs and charms Thee, Baby, laughing in my arms, That almost I could repine That your transports are not mine, That I do not wholly fare Even as ye do, thoughtless Pair! And I will have my careless season Spite of melancholy reason; Will walk through life in such a way That, when time brings on decay, Now and then I may possess Hours of perfect gladsomeness. - Pleased by any random toy; By a kitten's busy joy, Or an lofant's laughing eye Sharing in the ecstasy; I would fare like that or this, Find my wisdom in my bliss; Keep the sprightly soul awake, And have faculties to take, Even from things by sorrow wrought, Matter for a jocund thought, Spite of care, and spite of grief, To gambol with Life's falling Leaf.
And hither throngs of Birds resort; Some, inmates lodged in shady nests, Some, perched on stems of stately port That nod to welcome transient guests; While flare and Leveret, seen at play, Appear not more shut out than they.
Apt emblem (for reproof of pride)
Thus spake the moral Muse—her wing
A FLOWER GARDEN.
TO THE DAISY.
Tell me, ye Zephyrs ! that unfold,
With little here to do or see
For thou art worthy,
TO A SKY-LARK.
For thy song, Lark, is strong;
Lift me, guide me till I find
TO A SEXTON. Let thy wheel-barrow aloneWherefore, Sexton, piling still In thy Bone-house bone on bone? 'T is already like a hill Jo a field of battle made, Where three thousand skulls are laid; -These died in peace each with the other, Father, Sister, Friend, and Brother. Mark the spot to which I point! From this platform, eight feet square, Take not even a finger-joint : Andrew's whole fire-side is there. Here, alone, before thine eyes, Simon's sickly Daughter lies, From weakness now, and pain defended, Whom he twenty winters tended. Look but at the gardener's prideHow he glories, when he sees Roses, Lilies, side by side, Violets in families ! By the heart of Man, his tears, By his hopes and by his fears, Thou, old Grey-beard! art the Warden Of a far superior garden. Thus then, each to other dear, Let them all in quiet lie, Andrew there, and Susan here, Neighbours in mortality. And, should I live through sun and rain Seven widowed years without my Jane, O Sexton, do not then remove her, Let one grave hold the Loved and Lover!
Thou unassuming Common-place
Which Love makes for thee!
Thoughts of thy raising :
While I am gazing.
Of all temptations;
The freak is over,
lo fight to cover!
In heaven above thee!
Sweet silent Creature!
Of thy meek nature!
TO THE SAME FLOWER. Bright flower, whose home is
where! A Pilgrim bold in Nature's care, And oft, the long year through, the heir
Of joy or sorrow,
The forest thorough!
Or on his reason;
And every season.
Who fancied what a pretty sight