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4.-THE SNOW-DROP. Tell, if thou canst, how yonder flower
To life and light has burst its way, Though ten long months beneath the ground
Its snowy petals  torpid lay? Then will I teach thee how a child
From death's long slumber can awake, And to eternal life renewed,
His robe of heavenly beauty take. While from the dust, each circling year,
The snow-drop lifts its humble head, Say, shall I doubt God's equal power,
To call me from my lowly bed ?
5.-WISHES AND REALITIES. " I wish I were a little bird,
To fly so far and high,
And through the azure sky.
Up from the ocean spring; And ere it (2) touched the glittering spire,
His ray should gild my wing.
Far down the crimson west;
Ere yet I sought my rest,  Pelals - the leaves of blossoms.  It-The sun's ray mentioned in the next line.
And many a land I then should see,
As hill and plain I crossed;
That I should e'er be lost.
The vine its tendrils weaves ;
Among the myrtle leaves.
How little can I see !
How happy should I be.”
As thou in thought canst do;
Thy mental eye's keen view.
Thy simple evening hymn;
The noonday's sun grows dim,
Around the earth and sky,
Where distant oceans lie.
His pinions through the air ;
In thought before him there, “Though strong and free, his wing may droop,
Or bands restrain its flight, Thought none may stay—more fleet its course
Than swiftest beams of light.
A lovelier clime than birds can find,
While summers go and come,
Whom God doth summon home.”
Thou messenger of Spring!
And woods thy welcome sing.
Thy certain voice we hear :
Or mark the rolling year?
I hail the time of flowers,
. Of birds among the bowers.
To pull the primrose gay,
And imitates thy lay.
Thou fliest the vocal vale,
Another Spring to hail.
Thy sky is ever clear ;
No winter in thy year ! j It should be observed that heaven, in the third line of this poem, is put for God-here it means simply the air.
O! could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
We'd make, with social wing,
Companions of the Spring.
7.-INVITATION TO A ROBIN.
8.-THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL. Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste, To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast : The trumpeter Gad-fly has summoned the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you. On the smooth-shaven grass, by the side of a wood, Beneath a broad oak, which for ages has stood, See the children of earth, and the tenants of air, For an evening's amusement together repair :
And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back ; And there came the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly too, And all their relations, green, orange, and blue. And there came the Moth, in his plumage of down, And the Hornet, in jacket of yellow and brown, Who with him the Wasp his companion did bring; But they promised that evening to lay by their sting. And the sly little Dormouse crept out of his hole, And led to the feast his blind brother, the Mole, And the Snail, with his horns peeping out from his
shell, Came from a great distance—the length of an ell. A mushroom their table, and on it was laid A water-dock leaf, which a table-cloth made; The viands were various, to each of their taste, And the Bee brought his honey to crown the repast. There, close on his haunches, so solemn and wise, The Frog from a corner looked up to the skies ; And the Squirrel, well pleased such diversion to see, Sat cracking his nuts over-head in a tree. Then out came a Spider, with fingers so fine, To shew his dexterity on the tight line ; From one branch to another his cobweb he slung, Then as quick as an arrow he darted along. But just in the middle, oh! shocking to tell ! From his rope in an instant poor Harlequin fell; Yet he touched not the ground, but with talons 
outspread, Hung suspended in air at the end of a thread.