Messenger of mercy | still; 7 | | Now 77 ye winds 7 | 7 pro | claim a loud 7 Peace on earth, 7 | 7 to | man 7 | good 7 | will. Nature, God's re | penting | child 7 | See thy parent reconcil'd. | | | Hark, 7 | | 7 the | nightingale | | 7a | far, 7 ¦ ¦ LUCY. WORDSWORTH. Three 7 years 7 | 7 she grew, 7 7 in | sun and f shower, Then 7 nature | said, 7 | 7 "a | lovelier | flower | 7 On | earth 7 | 7 was never | sown ;7 | | This 7 child 7 | I to my self 7 7 will take; 7 | She shall be mine; 7 | | and I will | make 7 | 7 A lady 7 of my own. 7 If E "Myself 7 will to my darling | | be, 7[ 7 Both | law and | impulse: || 7 and with | me 7 | 7 The | girl 7 | 7 in | rock 7 | 7 and | plain, 7 | 7 In | earth and | heaven, | 7 in | glade and | bow er, 7 Shall | feel 7 | 7 an | over | seeing | power 7 To | kindle | 7 and re | strain. 7| | | "She shall be sportive 7 as the fawn, 7 | 7 That wild with | glee 7 | 7a | cross the | lawn 7 | 7 Or | up the mountain | | springs; 7 | | 7 And her's 77 shall be the | breathing | balm, | | 7 And | her's 7 | 7 the | silence | 7 and the | calm 7 | 7 Of mute in sensate | things. 7| 7 "The | floating | clouds 7|7 their lend 7 state shall | 7 To her; 7|| 7 for | her 7 | 7 the | willow | bend; 7 | | Nor shall she | fail to | see; 7 | Even in the motions | 7 of the | storm 7 | Grace 77 that shall | mould 7 | 7 the maiden's | form, 7 | 7 By | silent sympathy. | | | 7"The stars of | midnight | 7 shall be | dear 71 7 To | her: 7 || and she shall | lean her | ear 7 | 7 In many a secret | place, 7 | | 7 Where | rivulets | dance their | wayward | round, 7 7 And | beauty, | | born of | murmuring | sound, 7 7 Shall pass 7 into her | face. 7| 66 7" And | vital | feelings of de | light 7 | 7 Shall | rear her | form 77 to | stately | height; 7 | 7 Her | virgin | bosom | swell; 7| | Such 7 thoughts 7 | 7 to | Lucy | 7 I will give, 7 7 While she and | I 7 | 7 to | gether | live 7 | Here 77 in this | happy | dell. 7 | | | Thus 7 | Nature | spake. 7 | | 7 The work 7 | 7 How 7 | soón 7|7 my | Lucy's | race 7] 7 was | run! 7 | 7 She died, 7 | 7 This | heath, 7 | 7 71 | 7 and | left to | me 7 | this | calm and | quiet | scene; | 7 The | memory of what 7 | has 7 | been, 7 | MORNING. BYRON Night 7 wanes, 7 7 the | vapours | round the | mountains curl'd, 7 | Melt into morn, 7|| 7 and | light a | wakes the Man 77 has an | other | day 7|7 to | swell the | 7 And | lead him | near to | little: | 7 but his [ last. 7 1 1 1 7 But | mighty | Nature, | | bounds 77 as from her | birth, 7 | | 7 The | sun 7 | 7 is in the | heavens, | 7 and life on | earth; 7 | | Flowers | 7 in the | valley, | | splendour | 7 in the 1 | beam, 7 | | Health 7 | 7 on the | gale, 7 | 7 in the | stream. 7| 7 Immortal | man, 7 | | shine, 7 | 7 and | freshness [ | | | 7 be | hold her | glories 7 And | cry, 7 | 7 ex | ulting | inly, | | "they are | thine!" | | Gaze 7 | on, 7 | 7 while | yet thy | gladden'd | eye may 7 see; 7| 7 Amorrow | comes, 7 | | when they are not for | thee: 7| | 7 above thy 7 And | grieve 7 | what 7 | may 7 | 7 a senseless bier, 7 | 7 Nor | earth, 7 | 7 nor | sky, 7 | 7 will | yield 7 | 7 a single tear; 7 | | 7 Nor | cloud 7 | 7 shall | gather | more, 7 | 7 nor | leaf 7 | 7 shall | fall, 7 | | 7 Nor | gale 7 | breathe 7 | forth 7 | one 7 | sigh 7 | 7 for | thee, 7 | 7 for | all. 7 | | | 7 But creeping | things 7 | 7 shall | revel | 7 in their spoil, 7 7 And fit thy clay 7|7 to | fertilize the soil. 7 THE BATTLE OF WARSAW. 7 When | leagued op | pression | pour'd to | northern | wars, 7 | 7 Her | whisker'd | pandoors, | 7 and her | fierce 7 | 7 hus | sars, 7 | hussars, T Wav'd her dread 7 | standard | 7 to the breeze of | morn, 7 | | Peal'd her | loud 7 | drum, 7 | 7 and | twang'd her trumpet horn; 7 | | 7 Tu | multuous | horror | | brooded | o'er her | van, 7 7 Pre | saging | wrath, 7 | 7 to | Poland, | | 7 and to man! 7JT Warsaw's last 7 | champion, | 7 from her | height 77 surveyed, 7| | Wide o'er the fields, 7 | 7 a | waste of | ruin | laid; 71 | │ Ō! 7 | Heaven! | 7 he | cried, 7 | 7 my | bleeding | country save! 7 | Is there no hand on | high, 7 | 7 to | shield the | brave? 7 | | What though destruction | | sweep these lovely | plains, 7 | Rise, 7 fellow men! 77 our country | | yet remains! 7 |