As no saint can be canonized until the Devil's Advocate has exposed all his evil deeds, and showed why he should not be made a saint, so no poet can take his station among the gods until the critics have said all that can be said against him.

KAVANAGH.

That delicious season when the coy and capricious maidenhood of spring is swelling into the warmer, riper, and more voluptuous womanhood of summer.

OUTRE-MER.

Like the swell of some sweet tune,
Morning rises into noon,

May glides onward into June.

A. Cruden, 1701; J. A. Andrew, 1818; Walt Whitman, 1819.

HOLIDAYS.

THE holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;
The happy days unclouded to their close;

The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,

White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are ; — a Fairy Tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.