CORN FIELDS. What joy in dreamy ease to lie, And see all round on sunlit slopes, I feel the day; I see the field; And at this very hour I seem I see the fields of Bethlehem, And Ruth the Moabitess fair, Again, I see, I see a little child, The kind, good, Shunamite; To mortal pangs I see him yield, 19 20 LEAVING A PLACE OF RETIREMENT. The sun-bathed quiet of the hills; That eighteen hundred years agone, And the dear Saviour take his way O golden fields of bending corn, The sunshine and the very air Seem of old time and take me there! Mary Howitt. ON LEAVING A PLACE OF RETIREMENT. Low was our pretty lot; our tallest rose Peeped at the chamber window. We could hear ま At silent hour, and eve, and early morn, The sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our myrtles blossomed; and across the porch Thick jessamines twined: the little landscape round LEAVING A PLACE OF RETIREMENT. 21 Was green and woody, and refreshed the eye. Ah! quiet dell! dear cot and mount I was constrained to quit you. Was it right While my unnumbered brethren toiled and bled, That I should dream away the entrusted hours O'er rose-leaf beds, pampering the cowardheart With feelings all too delicate for use? Sweet is the tear that from some Howard's eye, Drops on the cheek of one he lifts from earth. And he that works me good with unmoved face, Does it but half; he chills me while he aids, Praise, praise it, O my soul! yet as thou scann'st The Sluggard Pity's vision-weaving tribe! Who sigh for wretchedness, yet shun the wretched, Nursing in some delicious solitude Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies! I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand, Active and firm, to fight the bloodless fight Of science, freedom, and the truth in Christ. Yet oft when after honourable toil Rests the tired mind, and waking loves to dream, My spirit shall revisit thee, dear Cot! Coleridge. TO A CHILD. Small service is true service while it lasts; Of humblest friends, bright creature, scorn not one: The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun. Wordsworth. THE YOUTHFUL KING. Suggested by a Portrait of Edward VI. in his State robes. Monarch, pictured here in state, THE YOUTHFUL KING. Than the grandeur of the great, Born to govern and command, Of thy haughty father's frown, Child in age, and child in heart, Thou had'st treasures more than they : More than Courtiers kneeling low; More, even more than England's isle :- 23 |