SONG AND LAUGHTER. THE MINSTREL. EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. To the minstrel said the king, 66 Sing you mournful songs or glad?" "Nay, sire, 'tis of life I sing; Gay to-day, to-morrow sad." THE rain had fallen; the poet arose ; He passed by the town and out of the street; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, The swallow stopped as he hunted the bee, The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay; For he sings of what the world will be HUNTING-SONG. WALTER SCOTT. WAKEN, lords and ladies gay ! With hawk and horse and hunting-spear! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling. Merrily, merrily mingle they; Waken, lords and ladies gay! Springlets in the dawn are steaming, |