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THE LOVER’S OFFERING, 
Is it for want of sleep 
Or childish lullaby P 
Or that ye have not seen as yet 
The violet P 
Or brought a kiss 
From that sweetheart to this ? 
No, no; this sorrow, shown 
By your tears shed, 
Would have this lecture read :— 
“ That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, 
Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought 
forth.” 
Robert Herrick. 
THE VOICE OF THE GRASS. 
[The following beautiful lines are by an Ameri¬ 
can author. It is, however, a poem that, once read, 
is not easily forgotten; and will be welcomed with 
pleasure by all lovers of nature in the pleasant sea¬ 
son of Spring.] 
Here I come creeping, creeping every where; 
By the dusty roadside, 
On the sunny hill-side, 
Close by the noisy brook, 
In every shady nook, 
I come creeping, creeping everywhere. 
