LADY CLARE "If I come drest like a village maid, Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, "For I am yours in word and deed. Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, "Your riddle is hard to read." Oh, and proudly stood she up! Her heart within her did not fail: She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes, He laughed a laugh of merry scorn: He turned and kissed her where she stood: "If you are not the heiress born, And I," said he, "the next in blood “If you are not the heiress born, ALFRED TENNYSON. 95 MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The hills of the Highlands forever I love. Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild hanging woods; Farewell to the torrents and loud pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. ROBERT BURNS ONE BY ONE ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; One by one thy duties wait thee- Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one bright girts from heaven) One by one thy griefs shall meet thee; Do not look at life's long sorrow; 98 ONE BY ONE Every hour that fleets so slowly Has its task to do or bear; Do not linger with regretting, Hours are golden links, God's token, ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR. ORPHEUS WITH HIS LUTE [From Henry VIII.] ORPHEUS with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Hung their heads and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die. SHAKESPEARE. 99 |