THE SEAT OF HAPPINESS. 37 31. CRY OF THE SPRING FLOWER-SELLER. "BUY MY FLOWERS." VIOLETS, violets-here, see, I bring Primroses, wet from the woods of the spring; Come out from your courts, from the gloom of your alleys- Here's pleasure a selling!-my blossoms come buy- Come, make your close rooms and your dark windows gay And into the heart of the city they'll bring The country, the meadows, the woodlands, and Spring; The poorest may buy them, the richest they'll please- Buy my flowers! BENNETT. 32. THE SEAT OF HAPPINESS. Ir happiness has not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, BURNS. E 38 THE ORPHAN BOY. 33. THE ORPHAN BOY. 'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. And my brave father's hope and joy; And see the lighted windows flame! 66 Why are you crying so," said I, "While others laugh and shout with joy ?" She kissed me- -and with such a sigh She called me her poor orphan boy. As in her face I looked, and smiled; O lady, I have learned too well MRS. OPIE. 34. THE CHILD IS FATHER OF THE MAN. My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; The Child is father of the Man; WORDSWORTH. 35. LULLABY. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee scon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon; Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep TENNYSON. 40 LUCY GRAY. 36. LUCY GRAY. OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; -The sweetest thing that ever grew You yet may spy the fawn at play, "To-night will be a stormy night— "That, Father! will I gladly do: The minster-clock has just struck two, At this the Father raised his hook, Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke LUCY GRAY. The storm came on before its time: The wretched parents all that night At day-break, on a hill they stood They wept-and, turning homeward, cried, Then downward from the steep hill's edge And then an open field they crossed: They followed from the snowy bank Into the middle of the plank; 41 |