MISCELLANEOUS. 



ox BEING CONFINED TO SCHOOL ONE PLEASANT 

 MORNING IN SPRING. 



{Written at the Age of Thirteen.) 



The morning sun's enchanting rajs 

 Now call forth everj songster's praise ; 

 Now the lark, with upward flight, 

 Gaily ushers in the light ; 

 While wildly warbling from each tree. 

 The birds sing songs to Liberty. 



But for me no songster sings, 

 For me no joyous lark upsprings 

 For I, confin'd in gloomy school, 

 Must own the pedant's iron rule, 

 And far from sylvan shades and boweria., 

 In durance vile must pass the hours ; 

 There con the scholiast's dreary lines, 

 Where no bright ray of genius shines, 

 And close to rugged learning cling, 

 While laughs around the jocund spring. 



How gladly would my soul forego 

 All that arithmeticians know, 

 Or stiff grammarians quaintly teach. 

 Or ali tiiat industry can reach, 

 To taste each morn of all the joys 

 That with the laughing sun arise ; 



