The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].

IF thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought-
Communion with the power of poesy-
Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought;
Lay bare thy spirit to the vaulting sky
And glory of the sunshine ; go and stand
Where nodding briers sport with the water-break,
Or by the plashings of a moonlit creek,
Or breast the wind upon some jutting land.
The most unheeded things have influences
That sink into the soul : in after hours
We oft are tempted suddenly to dress
The tombs of half-forgotten moods with flowers :
Our own choice mocks us; and the sweetest themes
Come to us without call,-wayward as dreams.

THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW.
ND where have you been,

my Mary,
And where have you been

from me?” “ I have been to the top of the Caldon-Low,

The midsummer night to see.” “ And what did you see, my Mary,

All up on the Caldon-Low ?” “ I saw the blithe sunshine come down,

And I saw the merry winds blow.” “And what did you hear, my Mary,

All up on the Caldon-Hill ?”' “I heard the drops of the water made,

And the green corn ears to fill.” “Oh, tell me all, my Mary,

All, all that ever you know ;

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