Marvelous care is shown in the pro- entangle him. He is now the imago — 



vision for the awakening from its long "image in full of his species," — and, 



slumber. The threads are woven so like the fairy, Ariel, he will follow 



loosely near the place of opening that summer as it flies, and swing "under 



they are easily broken, even in his first the blossom that hangs on the bough " 



feebleness. The old garment, rolled — an airy spirit of joy! 

 in a heap at his feet, cannot impede or 



THE DEAD BIRD. 



NELLY HART WOODWORTH. 



Hark to the beating at the lattice!— Thou shalt have rest. Rest thee, dear 



sure bird, I pray!" 



It is some winged creature asks for 



room And as the bird's throat trembles when 



Within my walls. Shall I deny its the song 



quest. Throbbing for wings pours to the gen- 

 Refuse a welcome to the homeless erous air, 



guest? So my heart throbbed with pity and my 



Who could the rigor of such night hand 



endure? Went quivering as I held the stranger 



Nay, open wide the window. Come, there. 



oh, come. 



The velvet wings dropped heavy. U er 



And share my shelter! All the airwas the eyes 



stirred There came a mist, like hoary mists 



By the mysterious pulsing of the wings that roll 



In useless haste, until their murmur- Far up the mountain, blotting out the 



ings skies 



Grew faint and fainter; now they pulse- And leaving scars upon the lonely 



less lay. soul; 



Again they found the light — my eyes The stars were blurred, the hilltops 



were blurred canopied. 



With tears of pity. "Here upon my The valleys lost, the little bird was 



breast dead. 



THE FIELD DAISY. 



JENNY T. RUPRECHT. 



Nomadic queen with softly petaled Queen of the fields! thou reign'st with 



face, witching grace. 



Thine is a beauteous throne where'er If shine, 'tis well; if shade, thou mur- 



thou art, mur'st not, 



And thine a reign triumphant from For thou hast learned of nature 



the start; patient trust — 



And though thy throne were in half- Glad of the cloudless light all golden 



desert place, wrought. 



Or where thou may'st behold the brook- Nor sad if shadows fall, as shadows 



lets race, must — 



Or just above the sleepy valley's All these shall flee before thy floral 



heart, reign, 



Or higher up the grasses tall to And leave fresh charms throughout 



part — thy wide domain. 



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