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The snap of his tremendous bill was like
TO A BIRD Death's scythe, down - cutting everything it struck.
THAT HAUNTED THE WATERS OF LAAKEN IN THE The heedless lizard, in his gambols, peeped Cpon the guarded nest, from out the flowers,
TO MELANCHOLY bird, a winter's day But paid the instant forfeit of his life;
Thou standest by the margin of the poor, Nor could the serpent's subtlety elude
And, taught by God, dost thy whole being school Capture, when gliding by, nor in defence
To patience, which all evil can allay. Might his malignant fangs and venom save him. God has appointed thee the fish thy prey,
| And given thyself a lesson to the fool Erelong the thriving brood outgrew their cra- ! Unthrifty, to submit to moral rule, dle,
And his unthinking course by thee to weigh. Ran through the grass, and dabbled in the There need not schools nor the professor's chair, pools;
Though these be good, true wisdiom to impart : No sooner denizens of earth than made
He who has not enough for these to spare, Free both of air and water ; day by day,
Of time or gold, may yet amend his heart, New lessons, exercises, and amusements
And teach his soul by brooks and rivers fair, Employed the old to teach, the young to learn. Nature is always wise in every part.
TO A WATERFOWL.
Wuther, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, The well-taught scholars plied their double art,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue To fish in troubled waters, and secure
Thy solitary way?
J Vainly the fowler's eye
" Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, half flying Bat when their pens grew strong to fight the
hel As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, On beetling rocks the little ones were mar
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink shalled; There, by endearments, stripes, example, urged
On the chased ocean side ? To try the void convexity of heaven,
There is a Power whose care And plough the ocean's horizontal field.
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, Timorous at first they fluttered round the verge,
* The desert and illimitable air, Balanced and furled their hesitating wings, Then put them forth again with steadier aim ;
Lone wandering, but not lost.
All day thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
| Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, They yielded all their burden to the breeze, And sailed and soared where'er their guardians
Though the dark night is near. led ;
And soon that toil shall end; Ascending, hovering, wheeling, or alighting,
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, They searched the deep in quest of nobler game
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Than yet their inexperience had encountered ; With these they battled in that element,
Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Where wings or fins were equally at home,
Thou 'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Till, conquerors in many a desperate strife,
- Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart They dragged their spoils to land, and gorged at :
“ Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, leisure.
JAMES MONTGOMERY.' And shall not soon depart:
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
He who, from zone to zone,
| The halcyon loves in the noontide beam Guides through the boundless sky thy certain To follow his sport on the tranquil stream flight,
He fishes at case
In the summer breeze,
| But we go angling in storniest seas.
When the land-birds wail
We sport in the gale,
And merrily over the ocean we sail.
THE OWL. .
The spectral owl doth dwell;
All mock liim outright by day; Up and down ! — up and down !
But at night, when the wooils grow still and dim, From the base of the wave to the billow's crown, The boldest will shrink away! And amidst the flashing and feathery foam
0, when the night falls, and roosts the forel, The story petrel finds a home,
Then, then, is the reign of the horned owl ! A home, if such a place may be For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, | And the owl hath a bride, who is fond and bold, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air,
And loveth the wood's deep glooin; And only seeketh her rocky lair
And, with eyes like the shine of the moonstonecold, To warm her young, and to teach them to spring She awaiteth her ghastly groom ; At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing! Not a feather she moves, not a carol she sings,
As she waits in her tree so still ; O'er the deep!- o'er the deep!
But when her heart heareth his slapping wings, Where the whale and the shark and the sword | She hoots out her welcomc shrill ! fish sleep,
0, when the moon shines, and dogs do loul, Outlying the blast and the driving rain,
Then, then, is the joy of the horned oul ! The petrel telleth her tale – in vain; For the mariner curseth the warning bird Mourn not for the owl, nor his gloomy plight ! Which bringeth him news of the storm unheard !! The owl hath his share of good :
w Ah ! thus docs the prophet of good or ill
If a prisoner he be in the broad daylight,
Thrice fonder, perhaps, since a strange, dark fate
So, when the night falls, and dogs do houi, LINES TO THE STORMY PETREL. Sing, ho! for the reign of the horned owl !
Wc know not alway THE lark sings for joy in her own loved land,
Who are kings by day, In the furrowed field, by the breezes fanned ;
But thcking of the night is the boldbrown ael!
In the furrowed sea,
TO THE HUMBLE-BEE.
Burly, dlozing humble-bee !
Where thou art is clime for me ;
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats througlı seas to seek,
I will follow thee alone,
Thou already slumberest deep; Woe and want thou canst outsleep;
Want and woc, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON.
Insect lover of the sun,
OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER.
Harry insect! ever blest
In the burning summer thou
Proud to gratify thy will,
Yet, alas, we both agrec.
Hot midsummer's petted crone,
Aught unsavory or unclean
Sipping only what is swect,
Leave the chaff and take the whcat. When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast, —
Harry insect, what can be
Fertile made with early juice.
| Both have your sunshine ; both, though small, Man for thee does sow and plough,
are strong Fariner he, and landlord thou !
At your clear hearts; and both seem given to Thou dost innocently enjoy,
" Nor does thy luxury destroy
To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song, The shepherd gladly heareth thee,
In doors and out, summer and winter, mirth.
LITTLE inmate, full of mirth,
Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Happy insect! happy thou,
Wheresoe'er be thine abode Dost neither age nor winter know;
Always harbinger of good, But when thou 'st drunk and danced and sung
Pay me for thy warm' retreat Thy fill, the flowery leaves among,
With a song more soft and sweet; (Voluptuous and wise withal,
In return thou shalt receive Epicurean animal !)
Such a strain as I can give. Sated with thy summer feast,
Thus thy praise shall be expressed,
Inoffensive, welcome guest !
While the rat is on the scout,
Every dish, and spoil the best ;
Frisking thus before the fire,
Thou hast all thy heart's desire.
Though in voice and shape they be
Formed as if akin to thee, From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. Thou surpassest, happier far, That is the grasshopper's, — he takes the lead
Happiest grasshoppers that are ; In summer luxury, — he has never done
Theirs is but a summer's song, — With his delights ; for, when tired out with fun, Thine endures the winter long, He rests at case beneath some pleasant weed.
Unimpaired and shrill and clear,
Melody throughout the year.
I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,
Wherever thou art hid,
Thou pretty Katydid !
Thou mindest me of gentlefolks, –
Old gentlefolks are they, — GREEN little vaulter in the sunny grass,
Thou say'st an undisputed thing
In such a solemn way.
I know it by the trill
So petulant and shrill. Nick the glad silent moments as they pass !
I think there is a knot of you
Beneath the hollow tree, O sweet and tiny cousins, that belong,
A knot of spinster Katydids, One to the fields, the other to the hearth,
Do Katydids drink tea ?