334 WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIRDS. 



Joy swells melodious in Ms throat, 

 Joy quivers in bis wings. 



No cunning show of art severe, 



But soft and low his lay 

 A sunbeam shining to the ear 



Spring's softest, brightest ray. 



Those magic tones call from the past 



The sunny hours of youth ; 

 And shining hopes come thronging fast 



From worlds of lore and truth. 



The harmony is seen and heard ; 



For notes and rays combine, 

 And joys and hopes, and sun and bird, 



All seem to sing and shine. 



Is not that strain an JEolian of Spirit Land a " Sunbeam 

 shining to the ear"< than which old Herrick never produced 

 a more dainty image. 



But let us take leave of these gentle recreations " out of 

 Doors with Nature " with a bit of Khymed Philosophy that 

 may have its uses in reconciling men to our desultory mode 

 of treating such heretofore strait-laced and science-encrusted 

 themes. 



COMMON NATURE. 



Every flower that bears an odor, 

 Gives it to the common wind, 

 Every star that lives in beaming 

 Sends a ray to common mind. 



Scentless flowers give too their blessing, 

 From the splendors on their lips, 

 Every fitful air caressing, 

 Splendor out of splendor sips. 



Tuneless birds tell too their story- 

 Out on rustling glancing plumes 

 Each gives back the sun its glory, 

 When the shadow it illumes. 



