IN WATTLE-BOUGHS 



Oh, harshly screams the bird ! and the wattle- 

 bloom is stirr'd ; 

 There's a sullen, weird-like whisper in the 

 bough : 



** Aye, kneel, and pray, and weep, but his 



BELOVED SLEEP 



Can NEVER BE disturb'd by such as 



THOU ! " 



