DEW PLANT. 



(Continued.) 



A soft and solemn-breathing sound 

 Rose like a stream of rich distill'd perfumes, . 

 And stole upon the air Milton. 



How sweetly did they float upon the wings 



Of silence, through the^mpty vaulted night, 



At every fall smoothing the raven-down 



Of darkness, till it smiled same. 



I was all ear, 



And took in strains that might create a soul 

 Under the ribs of death. .... . same. 



Soft stillness, and the night 

 Become the touches of sweet harmony. 



. . Shaks. 



But the gentlest of all, are those sounds full of feeling, 

 That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing 

 Some lover, who knows all the heart-touching power 

 Of a lute, and a sigh, in the magical hour. . . Moore. 



" And yonder lattice, where thick vine-leaves 

 Are canopy, a maiden leans she has caught 

 A shadow and she sees a well known form 

 Amid those trees, and with her hair flung back, 

 She listens to his song * The song she loved.' " 



With rapt ear drink the enchanting serenade, 



And, as it melts along the moonlight glade, 



To each soft note return as soft a sigh, 



And bless the youth that bids her slumbers fly. Rogers. 



DOGWOOD BLOSSOM. 

 Cornus. 



/ am perfectly in- If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. . 

 different to you. 



Never did captive with freer heart 



Cast off his chains of bondage 



Shaks. 



Such love, by flattering charms betray'd, 



Shall yet indignant soon rebel, 

 And, blushing for the choice he made, 



Shall fly where gentler virtues dwell. 



'Tis then the mind, from bondage free, 



And all its former weakness o'er, 

 Asserts its native dignity, 



And scorns what folly prized before. . Cartwright. 



Answer. 

 She gladly shunn'd, who gladly fled from her. Shaks. 



