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And digs for himself a chain that shall bind
Each blessed impulse of the mind;
Till all shall peak and pine

'Neath the festering fetters-the craving sin That dwarfs the soul within.

Copy the peacock, then, which flies
Over the path where temptation lies:
Tread not the track that glisters with gold,
Or thy fingers will bend the ore to hold;
Whilst instant around thy heart shall freeze
The milk of human charities.

Major C. Campbell.

THE MORNING LARK.

FEATHER'D Songster, warbling high,
Sweetly gaining on the sky,
Op'ning with thy matin lay
(Nature's hymn) the eye of day;
Teach my soul, on early wing,
Thus to soar and thus to sing.
While the bloom of orient light
Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight;
May the Day-spring from on high,
Seen by Faith's religious eye,
Cheer me with his vital ray,
Promise of eternal day.

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A land breeze shook the shrouds,
And she was overset;

Down went the Royal George,
With all her crew complete!

Toll for the brave!
Brave Kempenfelt is gone;
His last sea-fight is fought,
His work of glory done.

His sword was in his sheath,
His fingers held the pen,
When Kempenfelt went down
With twice four hundred men.

Weigh the vessel up,

Once dreaded by our foes;
And mingle with our cup

The tear that England owes.

Her timbers yet are sound,
And she may float again,

Full-charged with England's thunder

And plough the distant main.

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MAY.

MAY, Sweet May, again is come,
May that frees the land from gloom;
Children, children, up and see
All her stores of jollity!

On the laughing hedgerow's side
She hath spread her treasures wide;
She is in the greenwood shade,
Where the nightingale hath made
Every branch and every tree
Ring with her sweet melody.

Hill and dale are May's own treasures;
Youths, rejoice! in sportive measures
Sing ye; join the chorus gay!
Hail this merry, merry May!

Up, then, children, we will go
Where the blooming roses grow;
In a joyful company

We the bursting flowers will see:
Up; your festal dress prepare!
Where gay hearts are meeting, there
May hath pleasures most inviting,
Heart and sight and ear delighting.

Listen to the birds' sweet song;
Hark, how soft it floats along!
Courtly dames our pleasures share;
Never saw I May so fair:
Therefore dancing will we go.
Youths, rejoice! the flow'rets blow:
Sing ye! join the chorus gay;
Hail this merry, merry May!

From the German.

THE FROST.

THE Frost look'd forth one still clear night,
And whisper'd, "Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
In silence I'll take my way:

I will not go on like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,
Who make so much bustle and noise in vain;
But I'll be as busy as they."

Then he flew to the mountain, and powder'd its crest;
He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dress'd
In diamond beads; and over the breast

Of the quivering lake he spread

A coat of mail, that it need not fear
The downward points of many a spear
That he hung on its margin far and near,
Where a rock could rear its head.

He went to the windows of those who slept,
And over each pane like a fairy crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he slept,

By the light of the moon were seen

Most beautiful things:-there were flowers and trees,
There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees,
There were cities with temples and towers, and these
All pictured in silver sheen!

But he did one thing that was hardly fair;
He peep'd in the cupboard, and finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare,-
"Now, just to set them a thinking,
I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he;
"This costly pitcher I'll burst in three;
And the glass of water they've left for me

Shall 'tchick!' to tell them I'm drinking."

Miss Gould.

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