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lege life, and all of them before the age of nineteen. Some have found their way into schools, and seem to be successful. Others lead a vagabond and precarious existence in the corners of newspapers; or have changed their names and run away to seek their fortunes beyond the sea.'; I say, with the Bishop of Avranches, on a similar occasion ; "I cannot be displeased to see these children of mine, which I have neglected, and almost exposed, brought from their wanderings in lanes and alleys and safely lodg. ed, in order to go forth into the world together in a more decorous garb.”]
AN APRIL DAY.
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, ’T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.
From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives : Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song Comes through the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.
And when bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.
And when the eve is born,
And twinkles many a star.