110 THE SHEPHERD BOY's DUEAM. 



walked up and delivered a short off hand speech, congratulating the 

 Professor upon his happy selection of the evening so suitable to the 

 occasion 5 it was the 12th of March, the day of St. Gregorius, the pat- 

 ron of science and music, Stc. We had several other clever speeches — 

 then tea and cakes again — more music and speeches — and amid conver- 

 sation — tea — music and other entertainments, the evening passed de- 

 lightfully. 



THE SHEPHERD BOY S DREAM. 



BY EEV. R. S. MACLAY. 



The dew is on the lawn. 



The sun is on the hill, 

 And gaily trips the timid fawn, 



Along the mountain rill. 

 The shepherd's merry note. 



Across the rolling lea, 

 In sweetest cadence seems to float. 



And echo mirthfully. 

 The flocks are on the stream, 



Leaping with joyous glee ; 

 While soft, the morning's mellow beam. 



Gilds vale and forest tree. 

 I heard the voice of song 



Sound from the leafy bough ; 

 Faintly its murmurs pass along — 



Once more ! 'Tis silent now. 

 Beneath its spreading arms, 



I slumber on the moss ; 

 A fairy strain of music charms 



My tender heart. I toss. 

 With waking strength, the curls 



Back from my heated brow ; 

 And catch the witching strain tliat whirls 



Around the waving bough. 

 The sunbeams brightly glance, 



Along the fragrant air ; 

 And airy forms of spirits dance 



Among tlie foliage there. 

 A voice ! a voice ! a music strain ! 



Comes to my raptur'd ear ! 

 'Tis past ! 'tis gone ! — Again ! again ! 



That mellow note I hear. 

 " We sing of the land of our fairy home. 



With our spirit's minstrelsy ; 

 Where the sunbeams gild the restless foam 

 Of the deep surrounding sea. 



