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4. “I find them in the garden,
For there's many here about;
The plowshare turns them out;
5. “Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin he cries;
With wonder-waiting eyes;
And what they fought each other for.” 6. “It was the English,” Kaspar cried,
“Who put the French to rout;
7. “My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by ;
And he was forced to fly;
Nor had he where to rest his head.
8. “With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And new-born baby died ;
9. “They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
Lay rotting in the sun;
10. “Great praise the Duke of Marlb'ro' won,
And our good Prince Eugene.”
Said little Wilhelmine.
11. “And every body praised the Duke,
Who this great fight did win.”
Quoth little Peterkin.
ANONYMOUS. 1. Lily bells ! lily bells ! swinging and ringing
Sweet golden bells on the still summer air, . Are ye calling the birds to their matins of singing,
Summoning Nature to worship and prayer?
2. Lily bells ! lily bells ! daintily swaying,
Poising your petals like butterflies' wings, As the breeze murmurs round you, pray what is he
saying? Is he whispering love-words and soft, pretty things ?
3. Lily bells ! lily bells ! 'mid the long grasses
Gleaming like sunbeams in still shady bower, Have you stolen your gold from the sun as he passes ?
Are ye guarding your treasure in bud and in flower ?
4. Lily bells ! lily bells ! bowing and bending,
Are ye nodding a welcome to me as I go ?
For bright golden lily-bells all in a row?
5. Lily bells ! lily bells ! down in the meadows,
As I see your fair forms 'mid the mosses and brake, My heart wanders back to the past, with its shadows,
To Christ, and the wise, loving words that he spake.
6. “Consider the lilies "-yes, this was his teaching,
“The modest field-lilies that toil not nor spin, Yet even to them is my loving care reaching,
My heart takes the feeblest and lowliest in."
7. Lily bells ! lily bells ! waving and swinging,
If Jesus, my Master, can watch over you,
Believing he'll love me and care for me too.
8. Lily bells ! lily bells ! bending and swaying,
Ring out your sweet peals on the still summer air ; I would ye might lure all to trusting and praying,
And teach them sweet lessons of God's loving care.
Ind teachnight lure and als on the
JAMES R. LOWELL.
1. Worn and footsore was the Prophet,
When he gained the holy hill ;
“ Here his presence lingers still.
2. “God of all the olden prophets,
Wilt thou speak with men no more?
As thy chosen ones of yore?
3. “Hear me, guider of my fathers,
Lo! a humble heart is mine ;
Grant thy servant but a sign !"
4. Bowing then his head, he listened
For an answer to his prayer;
Not a murmur stirred the air :
5. But the tuft of moss before him
Opened while he waited yet,
Sprang a tender violet.
6. “God! I thank thee,” said the Prophet;
“Hard of heart, and blind was I, Looking to the holy mountain
For the gift of prophecy.
7. “Still thou speakest with thy children
Freely as in eld sublime;
Still give empire over time.
8. “Had I trusted in my nature,
And had faith in lowly things,
And set free my spirit's wings.
9. But I looked for signs and wonders,
That o'er men should give me sway ;
I was even less than clay.
10. “Ere I entered on my journey,
As I girt my loins to start,
The beloved of my heart;
11. “In her hand she held a flower,
Like to this as like may be,
She had plucked and brought to me.”
LXXXII.-SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE
H. W. LONGFELLOW.
Something still remains undone,
Waits the rising of the sun.
2. By the bedside, on the stair,
At the threshold, near the gates,
Like a mendicant it waits ;
3. Waits, and will not go away ;
Waits, and will not be gainsaid ;
Eạch to-day is heavier made;
4. Till at length the burden seems
Greater than our strength can bear,
Pressing on us everywhere.
5. And we stand from day to day,
Like the dwarfs of times gone by,
On their shoulders held the sky.
LXXXIII.—THE INFINITY OF THE UNIVERSE.
ORMSBY M. MITCHEL.
1. Light traverses space at the rate of twelve million miles a minute, yet the light from the nearest star requires ten years to reach the earth, and Herschel's telescope revealed stars two thousand three hundred times further distant. The great telescope of Lord Ross pursued these creations of God still deeper into space, and having resolved the