THE QUESTIONER. I ASK not for his lineage, I care not though of world's wealth If "Yes" you answer when I ask "Hath he a true man's heart?" I ask not from what land he came, Nor where his youth was nursed: pure the stream, it matters not The spot from whence it burst. If THE PRIMROSE. THE milk-white blossoms of the thorn Moved by the wind that breathes along The hawthorn clusters bloom above, The humble primrose' bonnie face, Where other flowers disdain to blow, Like God's own light, on every place And where its dwelling-place is made Where'er the green-winged linnet sings, On field-paths narrow, and in woods, Till thou becomest prized and loved --Nicoll. We have been sad together, We have wept with bitter tears O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The voices which are silent there We have been sad together- -Hon. Mrs. Norton. ON THE DEATH OF GEORGE III. ON THE DEATH OF GEORGE III. Begirt with his Court; and in all the crowd, Bright was the sun, the leaves were green, The cymbals replied to the tambourine, I have stood with the crowd beside his bier, When every eye was dim with a tear, I have heard the earth on his coffin pour The time since he walked in his glory thus A daughter beloved, a queen, a son, And a son's sole child have perished; For his eyes were sealed, and his mind was dark, Like a vision throned as a solemn mark His silver beard o'er a bosom spread Like a yearly lengthening snowdrift shed Still o'er him oblivion's waters lay, Though the stream of life kept flowing; When they spoke of our king, 't was but to say The old man's strength was going. 131 |