PART I. Poems of Nature. THE SWALLOWS. I REMEMBER in my boy-time, Their twitter in the mornings oft I saw their wisdom as they worked To lay the wet clay in its place With many a swift return; And leave it, when the sun's fierce rays Had come, to dry and form; And often saw them mourn defeat From sudden rushing storm.* * It is a fact that the swallows build in the early morning before the sun is strong, and then leave their work to dry in the afternoon. With patient careful work again How oft at eve my father sat And full of thankfulness would breathe They bring my childhood back again, I think of those whose pains are o'er, And surely to the mind and heart With memory of the swallows' flight About the eaves at morn. A. H. J. WINDS OF APRIL. BLOW, winds of April, over the sea, Where ye may not fold your wings at last; |