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The Falling Leaf

Hemans

201

The Fountain

Rogers

256

The Frosted Trees

Anon.

212

The Grave

Seewis

53

The Joys of Youth .

Carpenter

127
The Last Tree of the Forest .

Hemans

197
The Linnet

R. Nicoll

162
The Lost Sister of Wyoming

Anon.

89

The Masque of the New Year Anon.

29

The Mourners

Eliza Cook.

24
The Myrtle

J. Montgomery
The Night before the Battle of Waterloo Byron
The Ocean

Byron .

115
The Old familiar strain

Mackenzie

125
The Open Window

Longfellow

192
The Pic Nic

Heinrich Voss 158

The Poor Man Speaketh About Trees Verses by a Poor Man 165

The Primrose

J. Clare

38

The Sea Diver

Longfellow

86
The Sea Shell

B. Barton

142

The Silent Voice.

Anon.

186

The Stormy Petrel.

Procter

83

The Star of Bethlebem .

Kirke White 145

The Three Homes

Anon. .

202

The Thrush's Nest

J. Clare .

227

The Toy of the Giant's Child

Trans. by H. R. H.

Prince Albert 68

The Travels of the Leaf

Anon.

85

The Twin Sisters

T. R. Taylor 170

The Three Sons

Moultrie

128

The Two Angels

Longfellow .

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SCHOOL-ROOM POETRY.

MORNING.

Bowring.
EXTINGUISHED now is the last lone star,

The shadows of night are gone,
And lo! in the east, day's golden car

Is filled by the glorious sun.
And hark! for a thousand voices call,

The spirits of life and love:
Attune your hymns to the Father of All--

The Sovereign who reigns above.

'Tis he who opens the eastern gates,

Who kindles the morning's ray;
His Spirit all nature animates;

And the darkness and the day,
The field and its glories all are his--

And the music of the sky,
The light of hope and the smile of bliss,
And the bursting song of joy.

His temple is yonder arch sublime,

Its pillars, th’ eternal hills;
His chorus, the solemn voice of Time

Which his wide creation fills;
His worshippers are the countless train

Which the lap of Nature bears,
The boisterous wind and the raging main,

And the silence of the spheres.

He rides unseen on the hurrying storm;

He sits on the whirlwind's car;
He wraps in the clouds his awful form ;

And travels from star to star.
A thousand messengers wait his will,

And a million heralds fly,
And their Sovereign's high behests fulfil

Through a vast eternity.

He smiles, and new worlds spring forth to birth.

And suns in new glory rise ;
He frowns, and darkness covers the earth,

And mantles the frighted skies.
He speaks in the thunder's dreadful roar,

He shines in the lightning's beam,
But oh! no mortal thought can soar

To any conception of him.

LOOK FOR THE FLOWERS.

Anou.
HERE We, Earth-wanderers,

Timid and brave,
Hasten with onward step

Nearer the grave, And in our pilgrimage

Should we not see All that is beautiful,

Lovesome, and free? Should we with mourning heart

Sit all forlorn ?
Should we with sullen hand

Gather the thorn ?
Should we in rambling

Over the meads, Look but for pestilent

Poisonous weeds? Should we not joyously,

Hand locked in hand, A hopeful, a jubilant,

Brotherly band, Look for the Flowers ? In the far nooks of life,

In the deep shadeWhere, amidst evil things,

Good well might fadeGod sends the sunny beam,

God sends the shower,