POETRY.

ron THE LrrcEFTELD ENQUIRER.

 MARY.
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wom THE ERTCHFIELD ENaUhkBhs

 MARY. R,irhlIy beams her clear blue eye,

 AS, at night

 The meteor bright Flashing o'er the star-lit sky, When is heard the sOii-breahed sigh

 OfIhe breeze,

 ATong the trees, And the moon rides forth on high. On her lips beauteoUs smile,

 of repealed Ever seaied- Like the sun on ocean isle, Where the light sea-Hymphs beguhe

 Al twilight hour, ..

 In shaded bower, h tnaxy dance, the istIess while. With the fairiss' easy grace,

 As they tripping

 Dew drops sipping-- Join at morn in giddy race Der the flowers, whereon the trace

 Offooisteps ne'er

 Will appear, She might yie-her form hold place. Hark! that voice s more sweet by far Than summer gale,

 Which ihro' the vale Sigbs, when Flora, in her car. (Ere hath sunk the morni0g star,l

 Glides from the shade,

 Der mountain glade, Painting the flowers, her cheeks to nar' Fair as seraphs from above--

 Aye, far more fair

 Than syph of air More gentle than the turtle dove, And more constant e'er wouldp prove,

 Who from his heart

 Could Cupid's dart Withdraw--who would not love Litchfeld, June, 1883. KoDERicK..