LITTLE CHILDREN. There, lightly swung, in bowery glades, 219 The honey-suckles twine; There blooms the rose-red campion, And the dark-blue columbine. There grows the four-leaved plant," true love," In some dusk woodland spot; There grows the enchanter's night-shade, And the wood forget-me-not. And many a merry bird is there, Come down, and ye shall see them all, And far within that summer wood, There come the little gentle birds, Down to the murmuring water's edge, And dash about and splash about, And look askance with bright black eyes, I've seen the freakish squirrels drop The little squirrels with the old— And down unto the running brook, And the bright water seemed to speak The nodding plants they bowed their heads As if in heartsome cheer: They spake unto these little things, ""Tis merry living here!" Oh, how my heart ran o'er with joy! And many a wood-mouse dwelleth there, The green shoots grow above their heads, There is enough for every one, We might learn a lesson, all of us, LITTLE CHILDREN. SPORTING through the forest wide; On the wide earth are ye known, THE USE OF FLOWERS. GOD might have bade the earth bring forth The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by? Our outward life requires them notThen wherefore had they birth? To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth; To comfort man-to whisper hope, For whoso careth for the flowers THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON LOW. A MIDSUMMER LEGEND. "AND where have you been, my Mary, And where have you been from me?" "I've been to the top of the Caldon Low, The midsummer-night to see!" "And what did you see, my Mary, "And what did you hear, my Mary, "Oh! tell me all, my Mary All, all that ever you know; For you must have seen the fairies, Last night on the Caldon Low." "Then take me on your knee, mother ; "And their harp-strings rung so merrily Were merrier far than all." "And what were the words, my Mary, That then you heard them say?" "I'll tell you all, my mother; But let me have my way. "Some of them played with the water, "For there has been no water "Oh! the miller, how he will laugh The jolly old miller, how he will laugh "And some they seized the little winds "And there,' they said, 'the merry winds go Away from every horn; And they shall clear the mildew dank "Oh! the poor, blind widow, Though she has been blind so long, She'll be blithe enough when the mildew's gone, And the corn stands tall and strong.' "And some they brought the brown lint-seed, And flung it down from the Low; 'And this,' they said, 'by the sunrise, In the weaver's croft shall grow. "Oh! the poor lame weaver, How will he laugh outright When he sees his dwindling flax-field All full of flowers by night!' "And then out spoke a brownie, With a long beard on his chin: 'I have spun up all the tow,' said he, 'And I want some more to spin. "I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, And I want to spin another; A little sheet for Mary's bed, And an apron for her mother.' "With that I could not help but laugh, And I laughed out loud and free; And then on the top of the Caldon Low There was no one left but me. "And all on the top of the Caldon Low "But, coming down from the hill-top, I heard afar below, How busy the jolly miller was, And how the wheel did go. And I peeped into the widow's field, The yellow ears of the mildewed corn, "And down by the weaver's croft I stole, "Now this is all I heard, mother, |