|4 5 ;- ^^^" iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiili||{|lliiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiniiiiii^^ rs ■!"< /■•: 'i:i{|iii!iiii!ii!iiiiiiiiiii' CM B- THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES '^ attage ^txH^ FOR YOUNG READERS, BY CATHERINE LAKE, AUTHOR OP " THE USE OF THE SENSES WHEN ENGAGED IN CONTEMPLATING THE EXTERNAL WORLD," " AN ADDRESS TO YOUNG FEMALE CONVERTS," " CHOICE POEMS," " EUTERPE," ETC. ^CVf^'^^ m^>:s/.^a(S,ai^^^^ lONDON : PUBLISHED BY GEORGE YICKERS, ANGEL COURT, STRAND, W, C, 1870. ENTBRED AT STATIONBB's HALL. W, Palmer, Printer, Eigh Street, New Brompton, Kent. T I Thi', Nosegay. Look Matilda at that Meadow, Full of blooming flowers gay ; See the buttercups and daisies, Come and pick them dear, I pray. 867087 4 Cottaije Verses. We will pick a pretty nosegay, Take it home to dear Mamma ; Then we'll put it in fresh water, And we'll show it to Papa. The ©ak Tree. As little Miss Kitty was taking a walk, And with her fond mother engaged in a talk ; She hastily said, " ! see Mamma, see ! " Look, look at that pretty wide spreading tree, •' Beneath its green shady boughs let us run, " For sure it will shield from the heat of the sun." Her mother replied, " That tree that's so tall, " Was once but an acorn so little and small, " Which plainly shows how good and how wise, " Is the kind loving Grod who reigns in the skies ; " And I hope that my Kitty desires to please " That Being who made both the earth and the seas." TJiicy and Jemmy. Lucy and Jcmmtj* The morn was cold, the air was bleak, The wind was high and keen ; The snow was laying white and smooth Upon the village green. Icelets hung from many a tree, That once was dressed so gay ; Not one sweet bird was heard to sing, To cheer the wintry day. Young Lucy rose from off her bed, With the first opening dawn ; And welcomed with a grateful heart, The holy sabbath morn. She looked towards the window panes, To view the winter scene ; And saw how deep the snow had fall'n Upon the village green. 6E • Cofiaye Verses. She looked around to see the pond Where ducks delight to swim ; The little pond was frozen hard, Cold ice was on its brim. The fleecy snow was falling fast Like feathers in the air, It hung upon the leafless boughs So beautifully fair. Lucy then raised her heart above, And offered up a prayer, She praised the Lord for His kind love, For all His tender care. She dressed herself with eager haste, Put on her warm cloth frock ; Then ran to call her brother James, And pointed to the clock. *' O make haste up, dear James," she cried, " Or we shall be too late ; Indeed the School will be begun, For time will never wait." Tjucy and Jemmy. Young Jemmy woke and found it cold, Then said " I will not go, The panes are frozen, and the ground Is covered o'er with snow." " Dear Brother," Lucy quickly cried, *' I pray you think again ; What you have said does give me woe. Indeed it gives me pain." " Now Jemmy dear, you know you do Delight to play with snow, And when it is a work-a-day Then out you love to go. " Then why too cold to go to school ? As little children do ; For if you go, indeed you'll find Far younger there than you. " There's little Will, he always goes, Who was but five last week ; There's pretty Albert on the green, And little Harry Meek. o Cottage Verses " They never stop away from scliool, Though cold may lie the day, They love their scliool so very^well, They love to read and pray." " You have a good -warm coat, j'ou know, And boots so lately new ; There's many a boy would gladly be As nicely off as you." " Then Jemmy dear do come with me, never mind the cold ; And as we go we can admire The things that we behold. " While walking to the school, I will Amuse you all the way, Repeat a very pretty tale, 1 heard my teacher say." Young Jemmy looked and saw a tear Fall from his sister's eye ; He put his arms around her neck, And told her not to cry. Tl,p Old Tree. 9 Then said, " Dear Lucy listen now To what -svill give you joy ; I'll go to school, and strive to be A better little boy." 9 # TEE OLD TREE. Sow blue is the sky, how calm is the morn, How sparkling the dew on the grass of the lawn j The Linnets are singing on yonder old tree, As blithe and as merry as Linnets can be. 10 Cottage Versea. The Bew Ball Mamma has bought me a new doll, With such fine flaxen hair, Her eyes are blue, her cheeks are pink, Her face is very fair. You cannot think how nice she's dressed. Her frock is clean and white ; I'm sure if you had such a doll. You would feel great delight. Dear Nancy bring your last new toy. And come and play with me, Then you shall nurse my pretty doll, And all my playthings see. And you shall have some nice plum cake, Mamma has made for me ; And 1 have leave to pick some fruit, Come ; happy let us be. The Orphan Boy. 11 The ©rphan Bmj» " Now let me wipe that falling tear " My mother. O my mother dear ; "Why does it fall upon your cheek ? " speak, my mother, gently speak." A little orphan fondly cried, For he a tear of sorrow spied, Oft trickle from his mother's eye, Heard from her breast the deep heaved sigh. The mother cried " My orphan boy, " My earthly hope, my earthly joy, " See through those trees yon rising tomb, *' There where the yellow cowslips bloom, " Tour father sleeps beneath that sod, " But Oh ! his spirit's fled to God." " My mother," said the blooming child, With accents sweet, with accents mild, " Shall I e'er see my father's face ? " " Yes, if you've sought your Saviour's grace, " You'll see your heavenly Father too, " For he delights in babes like you." The Phamnl Cottage,. THE PLEASANT COTTAGE. Maria of the village green, Lives in a pleasant cot ; The birds sing shrill among the trees, To cheer the quiet spot. The Pleasant Oottage, 13 Tliere busy bees do gather in Tlie sweets for winter store ; And there the jessamine doth climb Around the cottage door. And many a flower blossoms In colours fair and bright, The moss rose and carnation sweet, And lilies robed in white. The ^abin. Sweet little Robin you are lively and gay, Merry and jovial, as a morning in May, Tour song is so sweet, melodious, and soft, When on a high bough you are sitting aloft, Your bosom looks red in the midst of the snow, prithee, dear Robin, from here do not go. 14 CoUaije Fr!/'.vrfs, M^illij. and Salltj» *' Dear Sally come with me," cried Will, " Come rove the meadows over, And walk along that pretty field, 0£ sweet and blooming clover." " Put on your bonnet made o£ straw, Make haste, dear sister Sally, Come plnck the roses that grow wild, In yonder pleasant valley." " You know the fields are now bedecked With many a scarlet poppy ; You bring your doll, and I my kite, And good old trusty Pompey." Now Sally was a child that did Delight to please her brother ; So hand in hand they tripped along, So happily together. The Anfs. 15 My little oliildren strive to be Like Sally, kind and loving ; For that is better far than gold, And is to all becoming. Tb6 ^nis. As good Master Edward was taking a trip, With his new frock, and his smart little whip, He said to his cousin, who ran by his side, " Look Harry look, at what I've now spied ! See, see at those ants much smaller than flies , How busy they are, sure they are wise," " yes," Harry said, " Ma' told me one day. They spend but a short time in sleeping or play, She told me likewise, I must follow their ways. And not spend in play all my youngest, best days, But that I must pray, and strive to be good. And if I am called, must work for my food. Must learn all my lessons that's set me at school, If I grow up a dunce, I shall grow up a fool." 16 Cottage, Verses. Fair Delia was her parents joy, That love she did repay, For 'twas the wish of her young heart Their precepts to obey. Within her little garden ground The honeysuckle grew, Sweet-williams and fine pansies, In many a varied hue. She had a parrot that would talk, And chatter many things j And also a canary bird, With light and yellow wings. And Delia had a rustic seat, Beneath a spreading tree, And there she sat, and sang, and worked, As happy as could be. The Kite. I7 The Kite. " The noon has past, and now the sky Is streaked with colours gay ; Let's rove to yonder pleasant Lines, Where youths delight to play. •• Then A-rthur bring your ball." said James, " And Thomas bring your kite, And we will watch her fly above, E'en well nigh out of sight." Little children should be kind To everything they see, To the pretty butterfly, And to the busy bee. 18 Cottage Yefset. Tbe eciiaga lay* In a small hamlet neat and clean, Where the tall trees look fine and green | Where a soft rill of water flows, And where the meadow daisy blows,— There lives a little cottage boy, Who is his parents hope and joy, His soul by grace is formed to love The Lord, who reigns enthroned above, His heiEirt is kind to all aronnd, E'en to the insect on the ground. Whene'er he sees a butterfly With speckled wings, fly up on high. He stands to view the insect gay. But never stops it on its way ; He'll watch it through the air, and cry, I would not hurt you, no, not I, Indeed I would not give you pain, Then fly about, come fly again. Mka. 18 Eliza was a little child, Whose temper was so good and mild, She gladly went to school each day, And never loitered on the way, She courtesy'd at the schoolroom door, And when she walked along the floor You scarce could hear her little feet, So softly she went to her seat. Eliza said her lessons well. And did the truth delight to tell ; Her governess she tried to please, And would not her companions teaze, Her hands and face were always clean, She never was untidy seen — Was quite a pattern to the rest, For love did reign within her breast, Dear children would you happy be ? Then like Eliza strive to be ; Pray to the Lord above the skies, To be as humble, good, and wise. 20 OoUage Vat'ses, Joseph, the Ploughboy*s Song, I am a happy lad, And Joseph is my name j 1 do not pant for wealth, Nor yet for worldly fame. I'm blithsome as a bird, And busy as a bee ; When the lark arises I go to work with glee. I plough the cloddy earth, And whistle as I go ; I pluck the wild flowers That in the hedges grow. My father's very kind, My mother is the same ; I'll strive to give them joy, And never cause them shame. The BoWs Eozisc 21 %m^ A birthday gift Grandpa' has given me, Ophelia you'll be glad that gift to see, It is a doll's house with a parlor floor, It has glass windows, with a good front door, And at the door is a loud sounding bell, The rooms are finished nice, and papered well. That kind Grandpa' should make me such a toy, Has filled my heart with cheerfulness and joy ; Ophelia come this pretty house to see, Perchance some day you'll have a gift like me. It is springtime, young and lovely. Children 'tis the first of May, Weave a garland rich and gaudy, Join in healthy, happy play. The Village Seme. 2S The Village Scene. Reapers returning home from toil, View with delight the pleasing scene Of youths and maidens dancing round, So happy ^on the village greon. The sound of music cheers them on, And makes them trip with joyful glee ; At distance stands their lowly cot, Which gratifies their mind to see. Thb Little Ship. Dear Papa has lately bought me, (for^^being a good boy) A little ship with snow white sails, 'Tis such a handsome toy. Then Alfred come and se« her float, Upon the gliding stream, At early morn, when o'er the hills, We watch the sun's bright beam. 24 Cottage Verses Little Susaii:» Little Susan was a child Who loved her parents well ; Who loved to go each day to school, To read, to write, and spell. Little Susan was a child Who loved to speak the truth ; Who sought the Lord by earnest prayer, To guide her giddy youth. Little Susan was a child Who loved both friends and foes, And when she saw them full of grief, She sought to ease their woes. Little children strive to be Like Susan, kind and wise ; Then you will in heaven above, Gain an immortal prize. Frank and Johnny. 25 Wvanh and Inhnnx}* " See," said Frank, " the morning's fair, " Gentle breezes cool the air. " Johnny come with me I pray, " As 'tis such a charming day. " Come and climb up yonder hill, *' Where doth stand the sweeping mill ; " Come and hear the warblers sing, " See them fly with fragile wing *' Through the lofty space above, " Come and hear their notes of love." " Yes," said John, " if mother will " Give consent, I'll climb yon hill, *' There to see the stately corn *' That the valleys gay adorn, " There to see the water flow " Through the vale where cresses grow, *' There to hear the lambkins bleat, " And to take our pleasant seat " 'Neath some green and shady tree, " And to admire all we see." 26 Hotiage Verset. Julia* " My dear Mamma," Miss Julia cried, " I long to give away This little sixpence in my hand, You gave me yesterday. " Ton gave it me because you said, I'd worked so very neat, Had made my doll a nice new frock And dressed it all complete." With sparkling eyes her mother said, ** My Jnlia does, I find. Delight to give unto the poor. Her little heart is kind. Another sixpence I will add. And knock at Willy's door, And we will give them both to him, For he is old and poor." Julia. 27 " Behind that ancient walnut treo, Htg humble cot doth stand ; See he is leaning near the door. His staff is in his hand." With eager feet Miss Julia ran To William's homely cot, Then held her little hand to him, And gave him all she'd got. Willy replied " I thank you Miss, You're very kind to me, And I hope in heaven above, You will rewarded be." There's a charm in every blossom, Beauty in the budding rose ; In the ripened sheaves of autumq, And in ev'ry plant that growi* 28 Cottage Verses. THE CASTLE. Come Martha 'tis our holiday, Let's, take a walk along That -w^inding road, and listen to The blackbird's tuneful song. The Pleasure Boat. ^ 29 Behold how fine the castle looks Upon 'yon rising ground ; come lets climb unto the top, And view the prospect round. TEE PLEASURE BOAT, The meadow flowers now look gay, The prickly hawthorn blows j Violets bloom on shady banks, The river calmly flows. How nice 'twould be to take a row Out in a pleasure boat ; To view her riding o'er the tide, And on the water float. With pendant waving in the air, And shading in the stream, At noon, beneath an azure sky, When wm'm's the sunny beam. 30 Cottage Verses. " My dear Mamma the day of God," Said little Ellen Moor, " Is sure the one I love the most, The day I do adore. " 'Tis very sweet to go to church, Although the way be far ; I do so long to go again With you, my dear Mamma, " 'Tia true I love sometimes to play. And dress my doll you know, To pluck the flowers I have sown, That do so finely grow. " But still, Mamma, the house of God, I do delight in more. For there I sing my Saviour's praise," Continued Ellen Moor, Nutting. 31 Butting, George to his playmates eager cried, " Let's nutting go to day, The blackberries are hanging ripe, The sun is shining gay. " At distan«!e we shall see the sea, And ships \^th spreading sails ; To reach the wood our path will lead Through fields and flowery vales. " Where stately trees in order stand, And rear their branches high j The leaves are thick, you scarce can sea The blue and spacious sky. " And when we reach the woods we may Find nuts upon the trees ; The pastime's sure to give delight. Each willing mind 'twill please." J.82 Cottage Verses. •^111" A Mother's Lullahy to her Infmit. Why weepest my baby, say why is thy cheek Thus wet with a sorrowful tear, O cannot thy mother compose thee to rest ? Come lullaby, lullaby dear. Thy father is reaping the ripe yellow wheat, The sound of his sickle I hear. He'll shortly return to embrace his loved babe, Then lullaby, lullaby dear. Hark, baby hark ! the canary is singing, His notes are harmonious and clear, Sweet is the scent of the green spreading myrtle, Then lullaby, lallaby, dear. The cattle on yon pasture-land now recline, The sound of the sheep-bell, I hear ; The sun gaily shines through the leaves of the vinOj Then lullaby, li^llaby, dear. WItaer Grey. 33 A high-born youth was Walter Grej, He had a pony rare, With silken coat and flowing mane 'Twas sleek beyond compare. This pony Walter valued high, It was his great delight To ride about with groom and dog- At early morning light. A noble youth was Walter Grey, Was courteous, kind, and good ; He'd visit cottagers in need. And give them clothes and food, Thus did the gen'rous Walter Grey, His willing aid bestow, To rouse and cheer the drooping heart, By poverty brought low. 34 Cottage Verses. Came into our garden Mary, Upon this morn of spring, see the lark is np above, How sweetly he doth sing. The cherry trees are full of bloom, The apple trees look gay ; Vines are shooting forth their branches, And fragrant is the may. Let's sit upon the garden bench, Where lilac trees surround, Where wallflowers and choice tulips Do flourish and abound. And we will sing a lively song. To welcome in the day ; The happy month that now has dawned, The merry month of May. Moonlight hy the Sea. 35 Moonlight by the Sea, " I love to roam," said Master Charles, " Along the beach to see How beautiful the stars appear, While shining o'er the sea. " With kind Papa, and sister Jane, I love to rove along ; And listen to a distant voice, Chanting an evening song. 36 Cottage Verses. " I love to see the moonbeams skine, Upon the yellow sand, And long to hear the rippling waves, Come rolling o'er the strand. " Then dear Papa let's ramble on, The moon is rising high ; The'stars will soon illume the night. And sparkle in the sky. ** And as we go'yon. can point out The moving planets bright, That glitter in the space above. And cheer us with their light." Morning at the Sea. 87 Naming: at tba %m. The night was fine, and now the mom, Delightful is to see, And hark " said Charles "I hear the sound 0£ music' near the sea. '* Then sister Jane let's walk along The^sandy beach, to see The ships, as they are sailing by, So nobly o'er the sea, " The sky is clear, andjseaman now Are setting many a sail ; The wind is calm, they do not fear The tempest, nor the gale. " Come, we will climb the coral rocks, To view the ocean wide To see the murm'ring waves roiron, And watch the rising tide." 88 Cottage Verses, The Farmer to his Favorite Cow, Alas ! my poor Bess, thou'rt grown wan and old, But yet I can't send thee away ; Svirely the milkmaids may truly declare, Thou'st been a fine cow in thy day. Indeed thou wast ever obedient and meek, Thy silken coat white as the snow ; Thou surpassed all the cattle for beauty of form, But age is now marked on thy brow. When the freshness of morn invited me forth, Thou leaped when thou saw me in sight, Thou frisked o'er the meadow bespangled with dew. And licked my warm hand with delight. Thou shalt have the best food my land can supply And shall on the pasture repose ; Thou may drink from the rivulet hard by my cot, That smooth and spontaneously flows. TJie Farmer to his Favorite Cow. S9 When thou art dead, beneath that old tree, Thy bones shall bo quietly lay ; The long seedy grass shall spring o'er thy grave, And the buttercups blossom in May. FAVOBITE FLOWFBS. The tender flowers that bloom in spring, Appear in simple beauty rare ; Violets, and the pale primsose, Cowslips, bluebells, and lilies fair, I like to visit their retreat, And find near them a rural seat. THE GOLDFINCB. Sweet bird, I love to see thee perch Upon the grapevine spray, Amid the clusters of the vine, Thy varied plumes look gay. O chirp, and sing, the livelong day. And cheer the valley with thy lay. 40 Cottage Verses. Idttb. One summer day young Edith sat, To read God's holy book, Where many a pretty insect played, Hard by a running brook. A cherry tree hung o'er her head, Fresh odours filled the air ; The cherries hung like golden drops. The mignionette looked fair. In evr'y tender blade of grasa, Young Edith saw God's power. In the ripe fruit, in growing corn, And in each beauteous flower. Her soul was joyful as the lark That rises in the sky, .^s soaring as the eagle bird, That builds her nest on high. Edith. 41 Let children all, wto hear and read This short instructive tale, Strive to be as wise and good As Edith of the vale. let ns away, Dear brother, to day, To climb up the green sloping hills j To view the ripe corn, On this healthy morn, Or rove near the clear shining rills, let us away, Dear Henry to day, To ramble near cool ahady trees, Where birds sing aloft, Melodiously soft. On boughji that are fanned by the breeze. 42 Cvttage Verses. THE FATHER'S LAMENT. Hannah thy form was fair to view, Thy soul in truth was drest, Too pure for earth, thou soared above, To mingle with the blest. The Widoio*s Daughter. 43 9^ How soon, lovely girl, the summons came to thee Which Bnatched thee from earth, and ev'ry care away. Bade thee from all terrestrial woes to flee, And called thy soul to realms of blissful day. Fair Emma was an only child, And born of humble race ; Her eyes with love and meekness shone. And beauty decked her face. In childhood's days she sought to tread Religion's sacred road, And as she grew to riper years, Her heart was still with God. Her mind was gentle, soft, and meek, E'en gentle as a dove ; Her great delight on earth it waa, To practice works of love. 44 Cottage Verses. And when within her peaceful oot, She sung aloud God's praise. Her heart with hope and wish^did burn, To sipg in sinless lays- Her mother gazed upon her child, And gazed with fond delight ; Not thinking that a soul so pure, Would quickly take its flight, As many d charming flower Is crushed in beauty's bloom ; So this fair girl was soon consigned, Unto an early tomb, What tongue can tell how great the pang, That rent her mother's heart, When she knew from her Emma dear, She soon would have to part. With anxious care she watched her couch, And strove to ease her pain, And hoped the blessed will of God. She never would arraign. Tlie Widow's DmcgJiter. 45 The loving child with pitying eye, Oft tried her soul to cheer, To arm her parent's tender mind, To part with one so dear. But ah ! her fondest efforts failed To ease her mother's heart ; Too heavy was the stream of woe. Too poignant was the dart. As each sad gloomy day passed by, Emma still weaker grew, And plainly showed to all around. Her days on earth were few. The day arrived, the mournful day, That saw her soul escape ; That saw her bid adieu to time. From earthly fetters break. The morn was beautiful and clear. The sun looked sparkling bright ; But ah ! to those who Emma loved, It seemed a lonely night. 46 Cottage Verses. Her motlier saw with grief, her face A paler hue o'erspread ; Saw the stream of life departing, In death to lay her head. •* My suff'ring mother, bear the cross," Exclaimed the dying saint, " Stand up against the trial great, I pray you do not faint." She gently pressed her mother's hand, And heavily she sighed ; Then turned her languid eyes above, And sweetly sm il ing died. Her parent gazed in wild dismay, And found her soul had fled ; Then wished in the same grave with her, To lay her drooping head. She senseless sunk into the arms Of one who stood close by. Again revived — her friends they sought To fix her thoughts on high. The Wldow'^s Baiighter. 47 She listened to their kind advice, And tried to arm her mind With graces that support the heart. E'en faith and love combined. As time rolled on she still adorned The doctrine of the Lord, With resignation bore the stroke, Found comfort from his word. The widow to her daughters grave Would oft repair to weep, And there she told her tale of woe, And strove to bear it meek. And there she'd breathe a silent prayer To Him who reigns on high ; To Him whose gracious ear attends The mourner's anguished sigh. And many a fragrant flower. She placed around the tomb. And there the meek forget-me-not, Sparng up in lovely bloom. 48 Cottage Verses. And when the village sabbath bella Called on God's saints to meet, The maids would glance towards the grave Adorned with flowers sweet; And wished to live and die like hep Who laid beneath the sod, Who calmly slept from all her carea, Whose spirit dwelt with God. Like her they wished, and longed to tread True wisdom's path so pure j Lika her to taste of holy joys, And never sorrow more. The Stiou'drop. 49 Tto Stiatudrnp* Hail ! to thee, sweet Snowdrop, Lail! Harbinger of glowing spring, Thou dost bloom in modest beauty, Thy fair charms I now would sing. Thou dost cheer departing winter, (Though though art of humble mien.) When thy lowly bells are drooping, Mid rich trees of evergreen. Softer than the buds of roses, Are thy leaves of spotless white, Purer than the tulip flower, That's arrayed in colours bright. Blossom still in beauty, blossom On thy cultured, bordered bed, Glad us with thy meek eyed presenoe^J Till|the day of winter's fled. 50 Cottage Verses. WINTER SCENE. Bleak and chilly is tte morning, Yet the sun is sliining bright ; Lofty trees are bare of foliage, But the sky is streaked with light. Icelets hang on frosted branches, Glitt'ring on each leafless spray ; Though the ground with snow's o'er covered, There are charms to cheer the way, PTw • '.N See how gay the sun is rising. See it sheds a lustre round ; Mark how bright the dew drops glitter On the green and mossy ground. Come, my Celia, with thy mother, To enjoy the morning breeze ; Come and hear the thrush and blackbird Singing in the lofty trees. Come and climb the little hillocks, Where the simple wild thyme blows; Where the air is pure and balmy, Scented with the sweet hedge rose. *o^ Come and view the winding river, Where the reeds and rushes grow ; Where they wave in graceful motion, And the willow trees bond low. 58 Cottage Versos. THE TBAVELLEBS. From foreign lands we turn our thoughts, To home and children dear ; Longing to see our native shore, And loved ones voice to hear. The Travellers. 59 We now no longer wish to stray, No longer wish to roam ; come that happy, happy hour, When we arrive at home. TEE MILITAJtY BAND. O'er the fields the wind is sweeping, Crackling ice is on the ground ; Distant notes of music cheer us, List ! I hear the bugle sound. Drums, and trumpets, cornets, clarions, Break the silence of the spot ; Rosy children there are listening, In the garden, near their cot. Rustic faces beam with gladness. As the band approaches'* nigh ; Now the troopsjare'^marching forward, See the banner waving high. 60 Cottage Verses. & Utromng:* Seated at my casement window, I scent the blushing rose ; The lily too perfumes the air, And elegantly Mows. The cheerful sun is setting fine, Behind the western hill ; The wind is hushed — no more I hear The sweeps of yonder mill. With colors warm the sky's illumed. The clouds look tipped with gold ; The lambs no longer frisk and play, They sleep within the fold, Now that the sun is fully set, How calm all things appear ; .Nature seems lulled to quiet rest, Not e'en one sound I hear. Reizvrning Home, Gl O'er the meadows, where is shining - Sunny, warm, and splendid rays ; We are walking home with gladness. These are now our youthful days. We a group of happy children, Hand in hand doth trip along, To our cottage in the valley. Let us sing a cheerful song. 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