MHBMHSEs 
mm 
PIOEA’S BIAI. 
131 
September 20. 
GUELDER ROSE. — Young when old. 
Clap your hands! Clap your hands! 
Now are broken all the bands 
Of dull forms and phantom power, 
That would prevent us doing 
What joy would wish to do, — 
Eor out of manhood’s ruin, 
We are growing, hour by hour, 
Happy children too! 
September 8U. 
BLUE BELL. — Solitude. 
The winds and woods, with sullen wail, 
Tell all the same unvaried tale; 
I’ve none to smile when I am free, 
Or when I sigh, to sigh with me. 
It is not that my lot is low 
That bids this silent tear to flow; 
It is not grief that bids me moan, 
It is that I am all alone! 
H. K. White. 
