No. 2s.


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 BIRDS

 BY MRS. JAMES GRLY. Joyous and happy ereatnres--

 R. .aners of earth and air Free children of the woods Bright elancers OCT the floods,

 Yonr hemes are everywhere; Dear are ye, and familiar to the heart, Making ot natures loyliest things part. Yc are upon the mountains

 With pioud and lonely flight; Ye are upon the heath

 The dear blue heaven beneath,

 Singing in wild delight; The rock doth shelter you, and maRy nest Amidst the lodges by the lake, doth rest Ye skim the restless ocean,

 White plumed, like fairy things; Ne haunt the inland river, And the sweeping willows quipef

 With the rustic of your wings Through the dark pines your homeward way ye take.

 Or drop to your lone nests in bush or trlke, To you morn bringeth gladness-

 The first red flush Of day, Breaking your rest, appeals Unto your heart--unseals

 The silent songs, that Iay, Like dreams within you through the quiet night, And now bursts freshly forth to bail the light. You slumber with the sunset

 Scarce doth the day wax dim Scarce doth the first star glitter, When from your nests you twitter

 Your happy ycsper hymn; Like one who, to the woods her lone way winging Fills the deep night with her impassioncd singing! Solemn arc the woods at midnight,

 When through the heavy shade, Scarcely moohbeam finds An entrance where the winds

 Stir through each green arcade; But dear to you that safest solitude, Where your rest no mortal may intrude. And joyful is your waking,

 Amidst the signing trees, In the sweet matn hours, When smile the opening flowers:

 What want ye more than these Ye seek no praise--your songs as swcetly sound, As though crowd of worshippers stood round. Ye are the poets emblem,

 So doth his song gush free So winged and glad his spirit, Doth his high gift inherit,

 Pouring it's melody Beneath clear skies, and ilthey darken, keeping Song ever in his heart though it be sleeping. Sleeping, but not forever,

 Still to new life fl springs, When hopes sweet light doth walen, And care and fear are shaken,

 Like dew-drops from his wings And'midst the flowers and trees with sunshn glistening, He hath his ownreward though none be listening 