188 ANONYMOUS. "Not to myself alone," The streamlet whispers on its pebbly way— I scatter life and health on every side, And strew the fields with herb and flow'ret gay; My gladsome tune; I sweeten and refresh the languid air "Not to myself alone-" Oh man, forget not thou, earth's honored priest! Live to thy neighbor, live unto thy God, 66 The Birdie's Song. ASI came o'er the distant hills, I heard a wee bird sing: "O pleasant are the primrose buds In the perfumed breath of spring! And once again I heard the bird, All clothed in green, the lovely boughs But the home wherein no son is born, Anon. “All hallowed be your rest, And Angels watch the shining heads A City Lyric. T. Westwood. 'MID the crowds I needs must linger, Aye, and labor day by day,— But I send my thoughts to wander, Through the gloom my path doth lie; In the spirit, by cool water, Do not pity me, my brother,— A CITY LYRIC. And mine ear doth drink your music, Or the reapers' staves sung blithely I go forth at will, and gather Cull the sweet blooms lurking there. While I toil with sweat of brow, Of the leisure that doth wait me 'Neath the far-off forest bough. Little wot you, looking upward At the smoke-wreaths low'ring there, That By this dull and murky air;—— That these thick close streets and alleys At my bidding vanish quite, And the meadows ope before me, And the green hills crowned with light. Do not pity me, my brother, God's dear love to me hath given Comfort 'mid the strife and turmoil, And some blessings under heaven; 191 And sweet solace day by day. The Teachings of Eva. FLOWERS. Mrs. E. Oakes Smith. THE opening bud that lightly swung Upon the dewy air, Moved in its very sportiveness Beneath angelic care; For pearly fingers gently oped Each curved and painted leaf, And where the canker-worm had been She loved all simple flowers that spring And of each streak and varied hue She said a language was impressed And lines revealing brighter worlds, That seraph fingers drew. |