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KILMENY'S RETURN FROM FAIRY LAND.
WHEN seven lang years had come and fled;
In that mild face could never be seen,
Her seymar was the lilly flower,
And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodie
That floats along the twilight sea.
But she loved to rake the lanely glen,
To suck the flowers, and drink the spring.
O, then the glen was all in motion:
Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame,
And goved around, charmed and amazed;
And murmured, and looked with anxious pain
The hind came tripping o'er the dew;
The wolf and the kid their raike began,
And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;
The hawk and the hern atour them hung,
And the merl and the mavis forhooyed their young;
And all in a peaceful ring we re hurled:
It was like an eve in a sinless world!
A MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPE.
A LITTLE way
He turned aside, by natural impulses
Among the hills, was gray with rocks, that peered Above its shallow soil; the mountain side
Was with loose stones bestrewn, which oftentimes,
Which, when the coming frost should loosen them,
The white-barked birch, now leafless, and the ash,
Rolled the loud mountain stream.
THE HOLLY TREE.
O READER! hast thou ever stood to see
The eye that contemplates it well, perceives
Ordered by an intelligence so wise
As might confound the atheist's sophistries.
Below a circling fence, its leaves are seen
No grazing cattle, through their prickly round,