SUMMER MOODS. I LOVE at eventide to walk alone, Down narrow lanes, o'erhung with dewy thorn, Where, from the long grass underneath,—the snail, Jet black, creeps out, and sprouts his timid horn. I love to muse o'er meadows newly mown, Where withering grass perfumes the sultry air; Where bees search round with sad and weary drone, In vain, for flowers that bloom'd but newly there; While in the juicy corn the hidden quail 66 Cries, wet my foot," and, hid as thoughts unborn, The fairy-like and seldom-seen landrail Utters, "craik-craik," like voices under ground, Right glad to meet the evening dewy veil, And see the light, fade into gloom around. TO THE BAT. LITTLE Bat whose airy flight Joyous elf! thy fairy play Glads the gloom of parting day. Gentleman's Magazine, 1799. To ancient Naturalists, Bats were a subject of much perplexity. They were ranked by them as birds, under the denomination of aves non aves, birds, and yet not birds. Nor was it till the close of the seventeenth century, that they were decidedly placed among viviparous quadrupeds. Mankind, from the earliest ages of the world, have entertained an aversion to them. With several of the nocturnal birds, they have generally been considered as creatures of sad omen. In the Faerie Queen, we read of The ill-facte owl, deathe's dreadful messenger; The hoarse night raven, trompe of doleful dreere; Homer also introduces these animals as objects of terror in his Odyssey, Book xxiv. As in the cavern of some rifted den, Where flock nocturnal bats, and birds obscene, They move, and murmurs ran through all the rock: So cowering fled the sable heaps of ghosts, And such a scream filled all the dismal coasts. THE GENTIANELLA; IN LEAF. GREEN thou art, obscurely green, Scorn not thou my low estate : IN FLOWER. Blue thou art, intensely blue ! In the act of faith and prayer! J. MONTGOMERY. The Gentianella, Gentiana acaulis, is a native of the Alps, and was introduced into our gardens in 1629. It is highly prized by every votary of Flora on account of its exquisitely brilliant blue flowers. THE SKY-LARK. BIRD of the wilderness, Blithsome and cumberless, Light be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness! Bless'd is thy dwelling-place! O, to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day; Over the rainbow's rim, Then when the gloaming comes, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Bless'd is thy dwelling-place! O, to abide in the desert with thee! HOGG. SUMMER EVENING. THE frog, half-fearful, jumps across the path, And little mouse, that leaves its hole at eve, Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath; My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive, Till pass'd-and then the cricket sings more strong, And grasshoppers, in merry moods, still wear The short night weary, with the fretting song ; Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare, Cheat of its chosen bed-and from the bank The yellow-hammer flutters in short fears From off its nest, hid in the grasses rank, And drops again, when no more noise it hears: Thus, Nature's human link and endless thrall, Proud man, still seems the enemy of all. THE FURZE-BUSH. LET Burns and old Chaucer unite Let Milton embalm in his verse; Of all other bloom when bereft, It is bristled with thorns, I confess; Because among prickles it grows? Its arms from the lance-bearing Furze. Ye dabblers in mines, who would clutch The wealth which their bowels enfold; See! Nature, with Midas-like touch, Here turns a whole common to gold. No niggard is she to the poor, But distributes whatever is her's, And the wayfaring beggar is sure Of a tribute of gold from the Furze. |