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ADDRESS TO THE CUCKOO.

What time the daisy decks the green,

Thy certain voice we hear ;
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,

Or mark the rolling year ?

Delightful visitant! with thee

I hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet

From birds among the bowers.

The schoolboy, wandering through the wood,

To pluck the primrose gay,
Starts—thy curious voice to hear,

And imitates thy lay,
What time the pea puts on the bloom,

Thou fliest the vocal vale,
An annual guest in other lands,

Another spring to hail.
Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green,

Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,

No winter in thy year!
Oh! could I fly, I'd fly with thee!

We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.

Logan. BUILDING ON THE SAND. 'Tis well to woo, 'tis good to wed,

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For so the world has done
Since myrtles grew, and roses blew,

And morning brought the sun ;

But have a care, ye young and fair

Be sure ye pledge with truth;
Be certain that your love will wear

Beyond the days of youth ;
For if ye give not heart for heart,

As well as hand for hand ;
You'll find you've played the “unwise' part,

And built upon the sand.'
'Tis well to save, 'tis well to have

A goodly store of gold ;
And hold enough of shining stuff,

For charity is cold ;
But place not all your hope and trust

In what the deep mine brings ;
We cannot live on yellow dust

Unmixed with purer things.
And he who piles up wealth alone,

Will often have to stand
Beside his coffer-chest, and own

'Tis built upon the sand.'
'Tis good to speak in kindly guise,

And soothe where'er we can;
Fair speech should bind the human mind,

And love link man to man.
But stay not at the gentle words;

Let deeds with language dwell ;
The one who pities starving birds,
Should scatter crumbs as well.

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His hair is crisp, and black, and long;

His face is like the tan ; 1
His brow is wet with honest sweat,

He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,

For he owes not any man.

Week in, week out, from morn till night,

You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, 2

With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,

When the evening sun is low.

And children coming home from school

Look in at the open door ;
They love to see the flaming forge,

And hear the bellows roar, .
And catch the burning sparks that fly

Like chaff from a threshing-floor.

He goes on Sunday to the church,

And sits among his boys ;
He hears the parson pray and preach,

He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir,

And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice

Singing in Paradise !
He needs must think of her once more,

How in the grave she lies ;
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes

A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling-rejoicing-sorrowing,

Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin,

Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done,

Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,

For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life

Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought !

Longfellow. 1 Like the tan, brown. Tan is the inner | 2 Sledge, a large hammer.

bark of the oak, used in tanning.

LUCY GRAY.

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LUCY GRAY.
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray ;

And, when I crossed the wild,
I chanced to see at break of day

The solitary child...
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ;

She dwelt on a wide moor-
The sweetest thing that ever grew

Beside a cottage door.
You yet may spy the fawn at play,

The hare upon the green ;
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray

Will never more be seen.
"To-night will be a stormy night-

You to the town must go ;
And take a lantern, child, to light

Your mother through the snow.'
That, father, will I gladly do!

'Tis scarcely afternoonThe minster clock has just struck two,

And yonder is the moon !!
At this the father raised his hook,

And snapped a fagot-band;
He plied his work ; and Lucy took

The lantern in her hand.

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