Nor, though the sun of day be shrouded quite,

Swerve from the narrow path to left or right.

ON THE HILL-SIDE.

And self to take or leave is free,
Feeling its own sufficiency:
In spite of science, spite of fate,
The judge within thee, soon or late,
Will blame but thee, O man!

sigh,

The bees fly droning on laborious wing,

Pink cloudlets scarcely float across the sky.

September stillness broods o'er everything.

Deep peace is in my soul: I seem to hear

Catullus murmuring, "Let us live and love;

Suns rise and set, and fill the rolling year

Which bears us deathward, therefore let us love;

Pour forth the wine of kisses, let them flow,

And let us drink our fill before we die."

Hush! in the thicket still the breezes blow; [sky; Pink cloudlets sail across the azure The bees warp lazily on laden wing;

Beauty and stillness brood o'er everything.

He

NEW LIFE, NEW LOVE.

APRIL is in;
New loves begin!
Up, lovers all,
The cuckoos call!
Winter is by,

Blue shines the sky,
Primroses blow
Where lay cold snow:
Then why should I
Sit still and sigh?

Death took my dear:
Oh, pain! Oh, fear!
I know not whither,
When flowers did wither,
My summer love
Flew far above.

ОH, that the waters of oblivion Might purge the burdened soul of her life's dross,

Cleansing dark overgrowths that dull the gloss

Wherewith her pristine gold so purely shone!

Oh, that some spell might make us dream undone

Those deeds that fret our pillow, when we toss

Racked by the torments of that living cross

Where memory frowns, a grim centurion! [smart, Sleep, the kind soother of our bodily Is bought and sold by scales-weight; quivering nerves

Sink into slumber when the hand

To him who else were lonely, that another

Of the great family is near, and feels.

ON THE RECEPTION. of wordSWORTH AT OXFORD.

OH!

never did a mighty truth prevail

With such felicities of place and time

As Fram the full heart of England's youth, to hail.

in those shouts sent forth with joy sublime

Her once neglected bard within the pale

Of Learning's fairest citadel! That voice,

In which the future thunders, bids rejoice

Some who through wintry fortunes did not fail

To bless with love as deep as life, the name

Thus welcomed; - who in happy silence share

The triumph; while their fondest musings claim

Unhoped-for echoes in the joyous air,

That to their long-loved poet's spirit

bear.

A nation's promise of undying fame.