...sweet songs to him. The wind whispered beautiful thoughts to him. He says this of his Portland home : " Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated...pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth conies back to me." i THE STORY OF A SEED. moist' ure brown pushed world earth reached car'ried se'...

...prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, — are all with thee! MY LOST YOUTH OFTEN I think of the beautiful town...haunting my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,...

...woodland. Every street has its trees." * These scenes reappear in the poetry of the mature man : " Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated...that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. * * * * * " I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, And catch, in sudden gleams, The sheen of the...

...beloved to-day of summer voyagers along the Maine coast. Often I think of the beautiful town That ia seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down...haunting my memory still: " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,...

...Balgownie by the River Don comprised some of the selected localities for early days' pedestrianism. " Often I think of the beautiful town, That is seated...that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me." But the above enumeration did not apparently exhaust the scenes of daily rambles, for it is recorded...

...valley damp and gray The sentinels hear the sound, and say, " That is the wraith Of Victor Galbraith ! " MY LOST YOUTH OFTEN I think of the beautiful town...haunting my memory still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,...

...very beautifully Longfellow's memories of the town of Portland and his boyish fancies and feelings: Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated...haunting my memory still, "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips,...

...delightful old city of Portland, that the story of his youth is associated, and of which he wrote : " Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated...that dear old town And my youth comes back to me." Here, under the guidance of a gifted father and a refined and cultivated mother, the gentle nature...

...cannon waited, The sun rose bright o'erhead; Nothing in Nature's aspect intimated That a great man was dead. MY LOST YOUTH OFTEN I think of the beautiful...haunting my memory still: " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,...

...Longfellow," making such improvements on your first writing as you can. i . The Poet's Memories of his Youth. " Often I think of the beautiful town That...haunting my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' " • From what your teacher will read to...