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Again thy winds are roaring in the wood,
Dark featured Autumn, and their waking might,
Tossing the deep green foliage like a flood,
Rends the first pale leaves in their stormy flight
The eyes meet sadness wheresoe'er they light;
Deep is the dark blue tincture, from the sky,
Cast o'er the valleys; the far mountain's height
Shrouds in the tempest's frowning majesty
Its rills, that roar and foam, while all is silence nigh.

Call now the memory of the merry morn,
When sparrows bickering in the eaves above,

Inclusam D ANAEN turris abenca ,
Robustœque fores , &c.

To the Reverend Mr . STANLEY.

 Believe me, Sir, your Cost and Cares,
 Your Dogs and Locks, your Bolts and Bars,
 Your Palisades, and Walls of Brass,
Are all too weak, when Gold attacks the Place.
 A brazen Tow'r A CRISIUS rear'd;
 A brazen Tow'r, he thought, would guard
 His Daughter from the leach'rous Arms
 Of those who nightly sought her Charms;
 While surly Mastiffs watch'd the Dame,
 And thund'ring, told if Lovers came:

You sit demure, a silhouette
Against the rosy-flooded west; —
See, on your skirt's soft violet,
That white-winged butterfly at rest;
How rustic Dolly's artless breast
Would flutter fast, if you were she!
She'd whisper, " One that loves me best
Is thinking now of me, — of me! "
Ah well! such quaint beliefs as those
Can't meet a scientific stare,
And Darwin doubtless plainly shows

What possesses countless gain? —
Surely that Good Counsel is.
He who grants only to the importunate,
In this what Generosity is there?
If there be Hell upon Earth,
It is the companionship of the fool.
Keep ever thy Intentions pure, Khush-hal:
If there is any good at all it is in the intention.

What is that, if not Good Health,
Which better than an Empire is?
If aught more precious is than wealth,
Than wealth sure Honour dearer is.
What far better than indulgence,
One Self-restraint, next Sincerity?
What does man from trouble free?
No other it is than Contentment.
If thou dost make thy boast of piety,
Purposeless is such Devotion.

Let Mincio now in humble Waves subside;
The Mantuan Swan no more supports his Pride;
No more let Meles boast of H OMER'S Lays;
No more Sebetus murmur T ASSO'S Praise:
Since Thames can glory in our M ILTON'S Name,
Thames shall be equal to them all in Fame.

1

C. C. Rider, just see what you have done!
You made me love you, now yo' woman's done come!
You made me love you, now yo' woman's done come!
You made me love you, now yo' woman's done come!

2

You caused me, Rider, to hang my head and cry;
You put me down; God knows I don't see why!
You put me down; God knows I don't see why!
You put me down; God knows I don't see why!

Jesus never in his life made a fool a wise man,
Though by miracles he made many blind ones seeing.
He whom God at his birth has not with wisdom gifted,
Who can have the power to make such foolish wise?
What though the fool learns lessons, what will be his state?
As though the dye upon his hair restored to age his youth!

The voice of the bird, — in a primrose lane,
When my love and I were young;
Standing together to catch again
The story the lark had sung.

The voice of the bird, — the answering thrills
Of lovers passion-pale,
Under the moon, to the longing trills
Of the tireless nightingale.

The voice of the bird, — a livid sky,
A tempest of whirling leaves,
To hearts that sever, a long good-bye
From the swallows that line the eaves.

The voice of the bird, — when a spirit wings
Its return to Him who gave,

Love! It began with a glance,
Grew with the growing of flowers,
Smiled in a dreamful trance,
Recked not the passage of hours:
Our passion's flood rose ever,
Flowing for her and me,
Till the brook became a river,
And the river became a sea

Grief! It began with a word,
Grew with the winds that raved;
A prayer for pardon unheard,
Pardon in turn uncraved;
The bridge so easy to sever,
The stream so swift to be free!
Till the brook became a river,
And the river became a sea.