THE TOWN AND COUNTRY CHILD. 
And still the same rich feast was spread 
For my insensate heart ! 
Not always so: I woke again, 
To join creation’s rapturous strain, 
“Oh! Lord, how good thou art !” 
The clouds drew up,—the shadows fled ; 
The glorious sun broke out ; 
And love, and hope, and gratitude, 
Dispelled that miserable mood 
Of darkness and of doubt. 

Che Coun and Country Child. 
Allan Cunningham. 
HILD of the country! free as air 
Art thou, and as the sunshine fair ; 
Born, like the lily, where the dew 
Lies odorous when the day is new, 
Fed ’mid the May flowers like the bee, 
Nursed to sweet music on the knee, 
Lull’d in the breast to that glad tune 
Which winds make ’mong the woods of June; 
I sing of thee ;—'tis sweet to sing 
Of such a fair and gladsome thing. 

