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SELECT POETRY. 
Then high on the Cairngorm, 
Rock’d by the thunder-storm; 
Quench’d in dark slumber thine eye-beam shall be. 
Bird of the lofty sky, 
Bird of the piercing eye, 
Oh ! to take heavenward one proud flight with thee ! 
II. I. 
TO A WHITE CROCUS. 
Sweet floweret, thou seem’st, when the sun’s shining bright* 
Like a fairy queen deck’d in her dazzling white, 
With dew-drops for diamonds, adorning thy head. 
And the green leaves around thee, thy own fairy bed. 
Young hope of the garden, announcer of Spring, 
Foreteller of flowers, that the Summer will bring, 
How it gladdens my heart to see thy first peep, 
As if Nature intended no longer to weep l 
Like the hope of poor mortals thou liv’st through the storm. 
And the snow, though so cold, keeps thee but more warm. 
Like hope, too, as soon as the Summer comes on, 
Forgotten among the gay throng, thou art gone ! 
But again thou wilt come, as bright, as before, 
And tells us that Summer is coming once more, 
As fondly be hail’d, and perhaps lov’d as well, 
As the gay troop of flowers it is thine to foretell. 
And is it not so with the hope of the heart ? 
And does it not often more pleasure impart, 
Than the gain of the long hop’d-for object we’ve thought 
Could scarcely too soon or too dearly be bought ? 
Zeta . 
THE CARRIER PIGEON. 
( From, the French of Beranger .) 
The wine-cup was bright, and my beautiful maid 
Sung the Gods of old Greece and her vanished renown : 
We compared her to France as we sat in the shade, 
When a bird at our feet sank exhaustedly down. 
To his wings was a letter attached, which he brought 
Over mountain and main, to some soul-cherished spot. 
Come, drink at my goblet, poor messenger dove, 
And rest from thy flight on the breast of my love. 
