Murmurs through the shadowy grass

Lightly stray;

Faint winds whisper as they pass———

Come away!

Where the bee's deep music swells

From the trembling fox-glove bellsCome away!

In the skies the sapphire blue

Now hath won its richest hue;

In the woods the breath of song

Night and day

Floats with leafy scents along-
Come away!

Where the boughs with dewy gloom

Darken each thick bed of bloom-

Come away !

In the deep heart of the rose

Now the crimson love-hue glows;

THE SUMMER CALL.

Now the glow-worm's lamp by night

Sheds a ray,

Dreamy, starry, greenly bright-
Come away!

Where the fairy cup-moss lies,

With the wild-wood strawberries,
Come away!

Now each tree by summer crowned,
Sheds its own rich twilight round;
Glancing there from sun to shade,

Bright wings play;

There the deer its couch hath made

Come away!

Where the smooth leaves of the lime

Glisten in their honey-time

Come away--away!

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IX.

OH! SKY-LARK, FOR THY WING.

OH! Sky-lark, for thy wing!

Thou bird of joy and light,

That I might soar and sing

At heaven's empyreal height!

With the heathery hills beneath me,

Whence the streams in glory spring, And the pearly clouds to wreath me Oh sky-lark on thy wing!

Free, free from earth-born fear,
I would range the blessed skies,
Through the blue divinely clear,

Where the low mists cannot rise!

OH! SKY-LARK, FOR THY WING.

And a thousand joyous measures

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From my chainless heart should spring, Like the bright rain's vernal treasures,

As I wandered on thy wing.

But oh the silver chords,

That around the heart are spun,

From gentle tones and words,

And kind eyes that make our sun!
To some low sweet nest returning,
How soon my love would bring,
There, there the dews of morning,
Oh, sky-lark! on thy wing!

GENIUS SINGING TO LOVE.

That voice re-measures

Whatever tones and melancholy pleasures

The things of nature utter; birds or trees,

Or where the tall grass 'mid the heath-plant waves,
Murmur and music thin of sudden breeze.

COLERIDGE.

I heard a song upon the wandering wind,

A song

of

many tones-though one full soul

Breathed through them all imploringly; and made

All nature as they passed, all quivering leaves
And low responsive reeds and waters thrill,
As with the consciousness of human prayer.

-At times the passion-kindled melody