SONG. Than the birds' melodious measures, Fairer, sweeter, beauty reigns. SONG. TELL me, where's the violet fled, Say, where hides the blushing rose, Bear me, then, to yonder rill, 123 ANON. 124 SONG. Watering many a daffodil Sun and wind exhaust its store; Lead me to the bowery shade, Hail the storm with fury shower; Say where bides the village maid, Fair and fresh as morning. Swain, how short is beauty's bloom! Whither roves the tuneful swain, JACOBI ENVIABLE POVERTY. 125 ENVIABLE POVERTY. I GLANCE into the harvest field, Where, 'neath the shade of richest trees, And in a shadow of the hedge About the parents in the grass, Sit boys and girls of various size, And, like the buds about the rose, Make glad my gazing eyes. See! God himself from heaven spreads And lovely maids, his angel band, Bear heaped dishes in. A laughing infant's sugar lip, Waked by the mother's kiss doth deal 126 THE WA K. To the poor parents a dessert Still sweeter than their meal. From breast to breast, from arm to arm, A living, general joy. And strengthened thus for farther toil, THE WALK. I WENT a walk on Sunday, But so lonely everywhere! O'er every path and upland I strolled through greenest corn-fields, My very heart would weep! DALEI. THE WALK. The heaven so softly azure, The sun so full of life! And everywhere youth and maiden, They watched the yellowing harvest, The larks, how they singing hovered How high in the listening bosoms In the locks of the blithe youngsters Ah! I heard song and laughter, And it went to my heart's core ;— O, were I again in boyhood! Were I free and young once more! DALEI 127 |