POETRY.

FOR THE LITcHFELD ENQUIRER. sTANZAg.
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se STANZASs love to hear the balmy breeze

 That sweety sighs through the aspen trees, As it kisses the flowers that brightly shine Like the golden flash of the deep red mine: But still the whrlwind's shout of gIee Hath louder and nobler melody, ... .. As ithufls the oak from the mountain rock, Where for ages it braved the lightniDg's shock. E love to see the stream that glides So soft and clear by its Aowery sides, As it's pebble bed, so purely white, Shoots through the waves it's pearly light: ', But love still more, when it's chilly spray Breaks in matchess might on its rocky way, To view it's course as it mady flies, Like the burning sun down the western skies. love, oh well I love to view

 The sunny day. and the cloudless blue, When the featbery songsters' notes so clear Steal in sweetest music on the ear: But yet, when clouds on clouds are piled, And thunders echo long and wild When the lightnings dance in their jubilee, The scene is lovelier far to me. For the breeze that sighs in its softest breath, And the stream that scarce moves the water-heath And the sunny day, and the songs that rise, Tell of Natures self inner farest guise: Butthe torrents foam, inits mighty dash, And the thuuder's roar, and the Iightnipg's flash, And the whirlwind's voice, as it wildly sings, Tells of nature's God, of the King of kings.

 sa 3s. SEDLEY.