Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, To the last point of vision, and beyond, Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam- THE LILY. How wither'd, perish'd seems the form The careless eye can find no grace, What latent loveliness it holds. Yet in that bulb, those sapless scales, The lily wraps her silver vest, Till vernal suns and vernal gales Shall kiss once more her fragrant breast. Yes, hide beneath the mouldering heap Oh! many a stormy night shall close And Ignorance, with sceptic eye, Hope's patient smile shall wondering view: Or mock her fond credulity, As her soft tears the spot bedew. Sweet smile of hope, delicious tear! The sun, the shower indeed shall come; And thou, O virgin queen of spring! Unfold thy robes of purest white, So Faith shall seek the lowly dust And bear the long, cold wintry night, MRS MARY TIGHE, 1773-1810. HEAVENWARD! THE dove let loose in eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, So grant me, Lord! from every stain No sin to cloud, no lure to stay THOMAS MOORE, 1779-1852. I AM NEVER ALONE. I AM never alone-at early dawn, When the lark pours her joyous notes on highWhen the diamond dew-drop gems the lawn, And the daisy opens her tearful eye; I am never alone—with fragrant hair The spirit of the first young Hour is there. In one loud paan our songs arise: "Thanks to our God for the earth and skies!— For the early dawn, the glittering dews, For the heaven of song, the glow of hues, For the life, the light, the love we share— Thanks! thanks for the thoughts of praise and prayer!" R I am never alone-at warın noon-day, When the breeze is drunk by the scorching heat, When the lark has hush'd its thrilling lay, And the flowers shut up their odours sweet; I am never alone-beside me lies The spirit of the wood with deep dark eyes. My heart is still'd with flower and bird— Low, soft as summer's breath arise: "Thanks to our God for the earth and skies!- I am never alone-at evening's close, When the twittering birds bid earth good night- I am never alone-on bended knee, |