The minstrel fell! but the foeman's chain And said, "No chains shall sully thee, Thy songs were made for the pure and free, Moore. D TO THE DANDELION. EAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold. High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado on the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Of age, to rob the lover's heart of ease; 'Tis the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. Thou art my tropics and mine Italy; Are in thy heart, and heed not space or time; Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways; That from the distance sparkle through Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move. My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Beside the door, sang dearly all day long. With news from Heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears, When birds and flowers and I were happy peers. How like a prodigal doth Nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of Heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book. Lowell. "L LAW AND WALTZING. EX scripta, the written, the written, the statute, Non scripta, non scripta, the unwritten law, Include and, include and, not only the customs Of certain, and certain, and certain Oh, pshaw ! Here now am I reading this chapter of Blackstone, To the time, to the time of the waltzes last night; Von Weber, Von Weber! and Blackstone, and Blackstone! I wonder why waltzes won't stop after light. Ah, me! how we floated together, together, Ádown and adown the bright depths of the room, All under and under the wreathings of banners, And into Perfumeland of bloom and of bloom. As one, and as one-and our souls the mad music; Her heart beating time unto mine, unto mine; We waltzed away, waltzed away, out of the finite Afar and afar into Bosh! it is nine, And here is my Blackstone awaiting my pleasure; I forgot in the dance I was briefless, and now I'll A HIAWATHA'S WOOING. T the doorway of the wigwam Sat his daughter, Laughing Water, Of the past the old man's thoughts were, And the maiden's of the future. Through their thoughts they heard a footstep, Heard a rustling in the branches, And with glowing cheek and forehead, Straight the ancient arrow-maker At the feet of Laughing Water Threw the red deer from his shoulders, Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood, Yet, as in a dream she listened "After many years of warfare, And then added, speaking slowly, And the ancient arrow-maker Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!" As she went to Hiawatha, Softly took the seat beside him, |