INE be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, The swallow oft beneath my thatch Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing, In russet gown and apron blue. The village church among the trees, Where first our marriage vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven. Rogers. A MOTHER'S JOYS. 'VE gear enough, I've gear enough, I've bonnie bairnies three; Their welfare is a mine of wealth, Their love a crown to me. The joys, the dear delights they bring, To change for every worldly good Let others flaunt in Fashion's ring, I wish them joy with all my heart,— I would not give those loving looks, My sons are like their father, dear; That my young blue-eyed daughter's just O, blessings on my darlings all! 60 HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD. سم At evening, morning, every hour, That Heaven would my bairnies bless, - I've gear enough, I've gear enough, Their welfare is a mine of wealth, William Fergurson. HIAWATHA'S JOURNEY HOMEWARD. P LEASANT was the journey homeward! Having such a wife to love you!" MY OWN FIRESIDE. ངང་མགོ་ Saying to them, "O, my children, 61 From the sky the moon looked at them, Filled the lodge with mystic splendors, Whispered to them,—"O, my children, Day is restless, night is quiet, Man imperious, woman feeble; Half is mine, although I follow; Rule by patience, Laughing Water!" H. W. Longfellow. MY OWN FIRESIDE. ET others seek for empty joys, At ball or concert, rout or play; Whilst far from Fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away, "Twixt book and lute the hours divide, And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee. my own fireside! |