SELECTIONS IN POETRY. W HEN thy heart is sad and heavy, Give not anger for injustice, Give a gentle word instead. When another's heart is hardened, Never speak in bitter scorning, 79 TH HERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, I've said my seven times over and over, – Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done. The lambs play always, they know no better; O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing You were bright — ah, bright — but your light is failing; O velvet Bee! you 're a dusty fellow,- O Columbine! open your folded wrapper, And show me your nest, with the young ones in it, – I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet! Ex. 76. THE BIRD LET LOOSE. HE bird let loose in eastern skies, THE When hastening fondly home, Moore. But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight. So grant me, God, from every care My soul, as home she springs ; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Who once began to linger in the street How varied are the images arising to n Of those who wished to shun the wro praised the right! Yet from the silken bonds of sloth they Which held them gently prisoned in and-By. Then shun the spot, my youthful while yet you may; d Let not old age o'ertake you as you slo Lest you should gaze around you, and You have reached the house of “Neve By-and-By. Ex. 78. LULLABY.- T SWE WEET and low, sweet a Low, low, breathe and blow, While er will come to his babe in the nest, r sails all out of the west ader the silver moon ; little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. THE SMACK IN SCHOOL. — Palmer. ISTRICT school, not far away, Mid Berkshire hills, one winter's day, _mming with its wonted noise escore mingled girls and boys; w upon their task intent, re on furtive mischief bent, ile the master's downward look tened on a copy-book; uddenly, behind his back, arp and clear a rousing smack! ere a battery of bliss in one tremendous kiss! 's that?" the startled master cries; hir," a little imp replies, William Willith, if you pleathe,- ster thundered, "Hither, Will!" olen chattels on his back, ng his head in fear and shame, the awful presence came, SELECTIONS IN POETRY. A great, green, bashful simpleton, With smile suppressed and birch upraised Before the whole set school to boot "'T was she herself, sir," sobbed the lad, But when Susannah shook her curls, Ex. 80. THE QUARREL. - Coleridge. LAS! they had been friends in youth; And constancy lives in realms above; Doth work like madness in the brain. And insult to his heart's best brother; To free the hollow heart from paining. 83 |