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CALLING THEM UP. 



^ Q HALL I go and call them up, 



vJ Snowdrop, daisy, buttercup ? " 

 Lisped the rain ; "they 've had a pleasant winter's nap." 



Lightly to their doors it crept. 



Listened while they soundly slept ; 

 Gently woke them with its rap-a-tap-a-tap ! 

 Quickly woke them with rap a-tap-a-tap ! 



Soon their windows opened wide, 

 Every thing astir inside ; 



Shining heads came peeping out, in frill and cap; 

 " It was kind of you, dear rain," 

 Laughed the}- all, ''to come again ; 

 We were waiting for your rap-a-tap-a-tap ! 

 Only waiting for your rap-a-tap-a-tap ! " 



GEORGE COOPER. 



THE OLIVE TREE- 



THE palm the vine the cedar each hath power 

 To bid fair Oriental shapes glance by ; 

 And each quick glistening ol the laurel bower 



Wafts Grecian images o'er fancy's eye. 



But thou, pale olive ! in thy branches lie 

 Far deeper spells than prophet grove of old 



Might e'er enshrine : I could not hear thee sigh 

 To the wind's faintest whisper, nor behold 

 One shiver of thy leaves' dim, silvery green, 

 Without high thoughts and solemn of that scene 



When, in the garden, the Redeemer prayed, 

 When pale Stars looked upon His fainting head, 

 And angels, ministering in silent dread, 



Trembled, perchance, within thy trembling shade. 



MRS. HEMAXS. 



Spirits of fire, that brood not long, 

 But flash resentment back for wrong ; 

 And hearts, where, slow but deep, the seeds 

 Of vengeance ripen into deeds ; 

 Till, in some treacherous hour of calm, 

 They burst, like Zeilan's giant palm, 

 Whose buds fly open with a sound 

 That shakes the pigmy forests round ! 



MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 



