HARE BELL. WITH drooping bells of clearest blue The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew, But most I love thine azure braid, Stealing beneath the hedgerow shade, Like joys that linger as they fade, Beneath autumnal breezes bleak So faintly fair, so sadly meek, Pale as the pale blue veins that streak REV. C. TAYLER. THE objects of ambition, a breath may destroy; but the pleasures of the Naturalist are ever pure and bright as the source from which they emanate, and incapable of decay. His are unalloyed pleasures, where no cares intrude, which no revolution can endanger, and no reverse of fortune can destroy. E. LEES. THE rage of Nations, and the crush of States, THOMPSON. BLUNT SHIELD FERN. THE green palmy fern, which the softest and mildest Of summer's light breezes could ruffle. BARTON. WHAT though no gaudy hue attract the eye, Than the light foliage of the feathery band Which Grecian art, fond and exulting, chose *The Fern frequently assumes in its early growth the most perfect and elegant vase-like form. CONCLUDING LINES. THE dead leaves strew the forest walk, On hill and plain no longer shines. I'll gaze upon the cold, north light, BRAINARD. BUT yon are lovely leaves, where we Their end, though ne'er so brave. Into the grave. HERRICK. |