Under the turf where the daisies grew
They planted John and his sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew,
Boo hoo!

What of that peach of the emerald hue, Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew? Ah, well, its mission on earth is through. Adieu !

1880.

HORACE III. 13.

FOUNTAIN of Bandusia,

Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe;

A sportive kid with budding horns
I have, whose crimson blood
Anon shall dye and sanctify
Thy cool and babbling flood.

O fountain of Bandusia,

The dogstar's hateful spell
No evil brings unto the springs
That from thy bosom well;
Here oxen, wearied by the plough,
The roving cattle here,
Hasten in quest of certain rest

And quaff thy gracious cheer.

O fountain of Bandusia,

Ennobled shalt thou be,

For I shall sing the joys that spring

Beneath yon ilex-tree;

Yes, fountain of Bandusia,

Posterity shall know

The cooling brooks that from thy nooks

Singing and dancing go!

I

THE DIVINE LULLABY.

HEAR Thy voice, dear Lord;

I hear it by the stormy sea

When winter nights are black and wild,

And when, affright, I call to Thee;

It calms my fears and whispers me, "Sleep well, my child."

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, In singing winds, in falling snow,

The curfew chimes, the midnight bell. "Sleep well, my child," it murmurs low;

"The guardian angels come and

O child, sleep well!"

I hear Thy voice, dear Lord,

go,

Ay, though the singing winds be stilled, Though hushed the tumult of the deep, My fainting heart with anguish chilled By Thy assuring tone is thrilled, –

"Fear not, and sleep!"

Speak on - speak on, dear Lord! And when the last dread night is near,

With doubts and fears and terrors wild,

Oh, let my soul expiring hear

Only these words of heavenly cheer,

"Sleep well, my child!"