While, breaking into voluble ecstasy, I flattered all the beauteous country round, The happy violets, hiding from the roads 66 'See," I said, "And see, is God not with us on the earth? And shall we put him down by aught we do? Who says there's nothing for the poor and vile, Save poverty and wickedness? Behold!" And ankle-deep in English grass I leaped, And clapped my hands, and called all very fair. THE EARLY BLUE-BIRD. LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY. Blue-bird! on yon leafless tree, Strik'st thou not too bold a strain ? Wrap their mantles closer still; Tell me, birdling, tell me true. Spring's a maid of mirth and glee, Ask her if, when storms are long, Warm and glad thy heart shall be; THE HUMMING-BIRD. JOHN JAMES AUDUBON. Where is the person, who, on observing this glittering fragment of the rainbow, would not pause, admire, and instantly turn his mind with reverence toward the Almighty Creator, the wonders of whose hand we at every step discover, and of whose sublime conceptions we everywhere observe the manifestations in his admirable system of creation? There breathes not such a person, so kindly have we all been blessed with that intuitive and noble feeling - admiration! No sooner has the returning sun again introduced the vernal season, and caused millions of plants to expand their leaves and blossoms to his genial beams, than the little humming-bird is seen advancing on fairy wings, carefully visiting every opening flower-cup, and, like a curious florist, removing from each the injurious insects that otherwise would erelong cause their beauteous petals to droop and decay. Poised in the air, it is observed peeping cautiously, and with sparkling eye, into their innermost recesses; whilst the ethereal motions of its pinions, so rapid and so light, appear to fan and cool the flower, without injuring its fragile texture, and produce a delightful murmuring sound, well adapted for lulling the insects to repose. The prairies, the fields, the orchards and gardens, nay, the deepest shades of the forests, are all visited in their turn, and everywhere the little bird meets with pleasure and with food. Its gorgeous throat in beauty and brilliancy baffles all competition. Now it glows with a fiery hue, and again it is changed to the deepest velvety black. The upper parts of its delicate body are of resplendent changing green; and it throws itself through the air with a swiftness and vivacity hardly conceivable. It moves from one flower to another like a gleam of sunlight, upward, downward, to the right, and to the left. In this manner, it searches the extreme northern portions of our country, following, with great precaution, the advances of the season, and retreating with equal care at the approach of autumn. THE CLOUD. PERCY B. SHELLEY. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I bear light shade for the leaves, when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast, I wield the flail of the lashing hail, I sift the snow on the mountains below, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast. In a cavern under, is fettered the Thunder; Over earth and ocean with gentle motion Lured by the love of the Genii that move Over the rills and the crags and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I, all the while, bask in heaven's blue smile, The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, When the morning star shines dead : As on the jag of a mountain-crag Which an earthquake rocks and swings An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And, when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The Stars peep behind her and peer. And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, |