Others may praise what they like;
But I, from the banks of the running Missouri, praise nothing in art or aught else,
Till it has well inhaled the atmosphere of this river, also the western prairie-scent,
And exudes it all again.

THE OPTIMIST fell ten stories.
At each window bar
He shouted to his friends:
" All right so far. "

only one guy and
only one fly trying to
make the guest room do.

One got peace of heart at last, the dark march over,
And the straps slipped, the warmth felt under roof's low cover,
Lying slack the body, let sink in straw giving;
And some sweetness, a great sweetness felt in mere living.
And to come to this haven after sorefooted weeks,
The dark barn roof, and the glows and the wedges and streaks;
Letters from home, dry warmth and still sure rest taken
Sweet to the chilled frame, nerves soothed were so sore shaken.

One day I met you,
today I part from you.
We met in the clouds of ten thousand mountains;
we part in a thousand mountains of snow.

One boy alone in all the world for me,
Yea, only one my loving eyes can see
And he, Myiscus, I love constantly.

In all the other youths no charms I find,
He is my all, to others I am blind;
Then can it be my eyes, with love afire,
Can flatter him who is my soul's desire.

One ask'd me where the Roses grew?
I bade him not goe seek;
But forthwith bade my Julia shew
A bud in either cheek.

Once I learnt in wilful hour
How to vex him; still I keep,
Now unwilfully, my power:
Every day he comes to weep.

On yonder hill there is a red deer,
The more you shoot it, the more you may,
You cannot drive that deer away.
The rising sun

Englished.

On the Sicilian strand a Hare well wrought
Before the Hounds was by a Dog-fish caught;
Quoth she; all rape of Sea and Earth's on me,
Perhaps of Heav'n, if there a Dog-star be.