He started up at the fearful dream, And he heard at his window the screech owl scream! Bishop Bruno slept no more that night,— Oh! glad was he when he saw the day light! Now he goes forth in proud array, Before and behind his soldiers ride, They bow'd the head, and the knee they bent, So he went on stately and proud, When he heard a voice that cried aloud, Ho! ho! Bishop Bruno! you travel with glee- Behind and before and on either side, And the Bishop at that grew cold with fear, For he heard the words distinct and clear. And when he rung at the palace bell, But soon the Bishop recover'd his glee, And now the Bishop had blest the meat, The Bishop then grew pale with affright, All the wine and dainty cheer Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear. But by little and little recovered he, When he sat down to the royal fare Then from amid the masquers crowd You have paft the day, Bishop Bruno, with glee! His cheek grows pale and his eye-balls glare, The bony hand suspended his breath, Bishop Bruno fell dead in the palace hall. R. S. Y. The eye that contemplates it well perceives Ordered by an intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheists sophistries. II. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen No grazing cattle thro' their prickly round But as they grow where nothing is to fear, III. I love to view these things with curious eyes And moralize; And in the wisdom of the Holly Tree Can emblems see Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, Such as may profit in the after-time. IV. So, tho' abroad perchance I might appear To those who on my leisure would intrude Gentle at home amid my friends I'd bé V. And should my youth, as youth is apt I know, Some harshness show, All vain asperities I day by day Would wear away, Till the smooth temper my age should be |