DUTCH PICTURES. Where boats are passing, as in dream, Through sliding doors, that show the stream By carven casements, red and blue, Those quaint home-glimpses meet the view Rich pictures flash within the frame— And here we stop to rest and dine— We watch the western glow awhile Leaving fair Delf with the light, With moonbeams, on we passed, We gain La Haye at last. So dawns fair Holland on a mind And Delf's casements old. 195 C. M. GEMMER. DARKNESS melting into dawn, THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. Snowy summits thus transfigured, 197 J. THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. SIT and talk with the mountain streams I will shew you an odorous nook Where the censers of morning are swung : Come and breathe in this heaven-sent air In these exquisite mountain gales J. T. FIELDS. The merry leaves along the lane, The little bud grown ripe ; And look, my love, upon the bough Hark, how she calleth to me now,- THE SICK MAN. Ah! weary is the sun : Love is an idle thing; But, Bird, thou restless one, What ails thee, wandering? THE SICK MAN AND THE BIRDS. THE SWALLOW. By shore and sea I come and go But voices bid me rise once more, To flit again by sea and shore,— THE SICK MAN. This is earth's bitter cup :- THE LARK. A secret Spirit gifteth me THE SICK MAN. My hope hath lost its wing. Thou, that to Night dost call, How hast thou heart to sing THE NIGHTINGALE. Alas for me! a dry desire That will not fade nor fail; To me, dim shapes of ancient crime Moan through the windy ways of time, "Wail! wail !" 199 |