...and near ! 1 hear thee babbling2 to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers ; But unto me thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of...bird ; but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. 1 Some elegant lines on the same subject, by the Scottish poet, Logan, may be found in " Select Poetry...

...every bosom, and that, with eager anticipations, young and old are prepared to welcome its renewal. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou...voice, a mystery. The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee...

...recal! what sweet associations it awakens! " Thrice welcome, darling of the spring ! E'en yet them art to me No bird ;—but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery ! The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to :—that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee...

...off, and near. Though babbling only to the vale, Of sunshine and of flowers. Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome darling of...voice, a mystery; The same, whom in my school-boy days 1 listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thce...

...off, as near. Though babbling only to the vale, Of sunshine and or flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of...ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still long'd for,...

...all the year round. ' Thrice welcome, darling of the spring ! E'en yet thou art to me No bird — hut an invisible thing, — A voice, a mystery ! — The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee...

...all about! To me no Babbler with a tale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou tellest. Cuckoo ! in a vale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, Darling of the...but an invisible Thing, A voice, a mystery. The same who in my schoolboy days I listened to; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways; In bush, and tree,...

...call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice ? " The same, which in my school-boy days I listened to j that cry, Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. WORDSWORH. I hear thy voice, lone bird of the spring ; But I cannot tell from what tree thou dost sing...

...sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a talo Of visionary hours. VOL. XXXI.— No. LXII, " Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou...a mystery. " The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. " To seek thee...

...off as near. Though babbling only, to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a & = >n: < < 8 ; Birci : but an invisible Thing1, A voice, a mystery ; The same whom in my School-boy days I listened...