'You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot : You can love and think, and the Earth cannot !"" -"Lilliput Lectures." THE COUNTRY CHILD. WITH mingled trembling and delight, A little country maiden now The sunlight warm has kissed her brow, Comes with her to the town; We almost guess the woodland place We almost read her inner thoughts, As Nature's child, with bounding heart, The merchant, in his store-house door, The laborer pauses in his work, Where'er she goes, she wakens dreams She seems to bring the country here, - And slowly, as amid the throng, She passes from our view, We watch her sadly, as we might Some pleasant landscape fade from sight. Ah, well! we would not keep her here, So fair a flower should open with Mid primrose stars, as sweet and wild, -Marian Douglas. THE BAREFOOT BOY. BLESSINGS on thee, little man, With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace: From my heart I give thee joy! I was once a barefoot boy. O, for boyhood's painless play; Of the wild bee's morning chase, For, eschewing books and tasks, O, for boyhood's time of June, |