Almost as far as eye can reach I watch him as he skims along, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He scans me with a fearless eye; Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night, CELIA THAXTER. TO A BUTTERFLY. Stay near me, do not take thy flight! Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy! Float near me: do not yet depart! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art, My father's family! O, pleasant, pleasant, were the days, My sister Emmeline and I Upon the prey: with leaps and springs But she, God love her! feared to brush WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. THE BALTIMORE ORIOLE. A winged sunbeam flashes through the trees The jocund notes enchant the morning breeze, Now here, now there, still shifting as they please,"O fear not! all is well since I am here." The blind, the imprisoned, know that cry of cheer, And grief must yield to joy's blithe litanies. A myriad blossoms cluster round his feet, And all the air is full of heaven-sent things. Hark! once again the jubilant treble rings, Swift as that hurrying flight, though wild and sweet. What room is left for meanness or deceit Or fear, in planets where the oriole sings? THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON. Yet, my pretty, sportive friend, And this glossy fairness. But of thee it shall be said, This dog watched beside a bed Day and night unweary, Watched within a curtained room Where no sunbeam brake the gloom This dog, if a friendly voice "Come out!" praying from the door,- Up against me leaping. Therefore to this dog will I, Selected Stanzas from "To Flush, my Dog." ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. IX. Hearth and Home. What matter how the night behaved? Snow-bound. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. A home whose sunlight warms the heart, The Old Year and the New. MARY PARK BANCROFT. |