That is a fáte that none can cùre.
Yet spring doth all she căn | I trów :
'She brings the bright hours,

She weaves the sweet flowers;

She décketh her bówers | for all belòw.

O the spring, the bountiful spring!
She shineth and smileth | on every thing.

2. THE CUCKOO.-Logan. Born, 1748, died, 1788.

Hàil, beauteous stranger of the wood,
Atténdant on the spring!

Now heaven repairs thy rural séat,
And woods thy welcome sing.

Soon as the daisy decks the gréen,

Thy certain voice we hèar:

Hast thou a stár | to guide thy páth,
Or márk | the rolling year?

Delightful visitant! with thee

I hail the time of flowers,

When heaven is filled with music swéet'

Of birds among the bòwers.

The school boy, wandering in the wood,

Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou flyèst thy vocal vàle,

An annual guést, in òther ' lànds,
Another spring to hàil.

Sweet bird thy bower is éver gréen,

Thy sky is ever clear;

Thou hast nó ! sorrow I in thy sóng,
Nó winter in thy year.

Our annual vísit o'er the glóbe,
Companions of the spring.

3. HYMN TO GOD.-Lord Brougham.

There is a Gòd | all nature cries :
A thousand tongues procláim |
His arm almighty, mind all wise,
And bid each voice in chorus rise |
To magnify his name.

Thy náme, great Nature's sire divíne,
Assíduous we adòre:

Rejecting gódheads | at whose shrine,
Benighted nátions, blóod and wine,
In vain libations | pòur.

Yon countless worlds, in boundless spáce,
Myriads of miles each hóur,

Their mighty orbs | as curious tráce,

But thou ' too I madest the floweret gáy
To glitter | in the dàwn.

The hand

that fired the orb of day,

The blazing comet launched awáy,

Painted the velvet làwn.
I

As falls a sparrow | to the ground,
Obedient to thy will,

By the same law these globes wheel round;
Eách drawing eách, yet àll still found

4. RURAL LIFE.-James Thomson. B. 1700, d. 1748.

Oh, knew he but his happiness, of mén
The happiest hé! who, far from public ráge,
Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired,
Drinks the púre pleasures of the rural life.

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He, when young spring protrudes the bursting géms, Marks the first bùd, and sucks the healthful gále Into his freshened sòul; her genial hours

He full enjòys; and not a beauty blóws,

And not an opening blossom bréathes in vàin.

Here too dwells simple Truth; plain Innocénce;
Unsullied Beauty; sound, unbroken Youth, '
Patient of lábor, with a little pleased;

Health ever blóoming; unambitious tóil;
Calm contemplátion, and poétic eàse.

5. HAPPINESS NOT DEPENDENT ON FORTUNE.-Thomson.

I care not, fórtune, what you me deny ;
You cannot rob me of free náture's grace;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,

Through which Aurora shows her brightening fáce;
You cannot bar my constant feet to tráce |

The woods and lawns, by living streams at éve;

Let health my nerves and firmer fibres bráce,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fáncy, reáson, vírtue, ' náught I can me berèave.

6. GREEN RIVER.-W. C. Bryant.

When breezes are sóft and skies are fair,
I steal an hour from study and care,
And hie me away to the woodland scéne,
I
Where wanders the stream with waters of gréen,
As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink |
Had given their stain' to the wáve ❘ they drink;
And they whose meadows it murmurs through,
Have named the stream from its own fair hùe.

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Oh loveliest there the spring days cóme,
With blossoms, and birds, and wild bees' húm;
The flowers of summer are fairest thére,
And freshest the breath of the summer air;
And sweetest the golden autumn dáy |

for the dregs of mén, with the barbarous pén,

And míngle among the jostling crowd,

Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud—
I often come to this quiet pláce,

To breathe the airs that ruffle thy fáce,
And gaze upon thee in silent dreàm, |
For in thy lonely and lovely stréam |
An image of that calm life appéars,
That won my heart in my greener years.

LESSON XVI.

EXAMINATION OF A CLASS ON VERSE-POETIC FEET-STRUCTURE OF VERSECESURA

Teacher. We should always be on our guard against the thought that we know a thing, simply because we have studied it. You all had studied English Grammar, many of you Rhetoric, and some, the Latin and Greek poets but when questioned on the figures of speech, the structure of verse, and poetic license, none of you were able to give clear and satisfactory answers. I trust you now come prepared to do full justice to these subjects: for it is certain you never can understand clearly what you read, unless you can determine whether the words are to be taken in a literal or figurative sense; nor can you read poetry well, unless you know in what kind of measure it is composed; whether in Iambic, Trochaic, or Anapæstic; and what words are exclusively poetic, and what common to both poetry and prose; and what