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THE CORNELIAN.

The Gornelian.

Бугоп

O specious splendor of this stone
Endears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,

And blushes modest as the giver.

Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties,
Have for my weakness oft reproved me;
Yet still the simple gift I prize,

For I am sure the giver loved me.

He offered it with downcast look,
As fearful that I might refuse it;
I told him, when the gift I took,
My only fear should be to lose it.

This pledge attentively I viewed,
And sparkling as I held it near,
Methought one drop the stone bedewed,
And ever since I've loved a tear.

Still to adorn his humble youth,

Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;

But he who seeks the flowers of truth
Must quit the garden for the field.

"Tis not the plant upreared in sloth

Which beauty shows, and sheds perfume;

GOD BLESS OUR FATHER LAND.

The flowers which yield the most of both
In nature's wild luxuriance bloom

Had Fortune aided Nature's care,
For once forgetting to be blind,
His would have been an ample share,
If well-proportioned to his mind.

But had the goddess clearly seen,

His form had fixed her fickle breast, Her countless hoards would his have been, And none remained to give the rest.

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God bless our Father Land.

O. W. Holmes

OD bless our father land,
Keep her in heart and hand
One with our own;

From all her foes defend,
Be her brave people's friend;
On all her realms descend;

Protect her throne.

Father, in loving care

Guard thou her kingdom's heir,
Guide all his ways;

IS not for man to trifle: life is briet

Our

And sin is here.

age is but the falling of a leaf

A dropping tear.

We have no time to sport away the hours;
All must be earnest in a world like ours.

Not many lives, but only one have we;
One, only one.

How sacred should that one life ever be -
Day after day filled up with blessed toil,
Hour after hour still bringing in new spoil!

THE MAY QUEEN.

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The May Queen.

Alfred Tennyson.

Ꮲ Ꭺ Ꭱ Ꭲ FIRST.

OU must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad

new year;

Of all the glad new year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May,

I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud, when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and gar

lands gay,

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made the

Queen;

For the shepherd lads on every side 'll come from far

away,

And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen. o' the May.

All the valley, mother, 'll be fresh, and green, and till, And the cowslip and the crowfoot are over all the hill,

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THE MAY QUEEN.

And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'll merrily glance and

play,

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;

To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad new

year;

To-morrow 'll be of all the year the maddest, merriest

day,

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

PART SECOND NEW YEAR'S EVE.

If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear;
For I would see the sun rise upon the glad new year;
It is the last new year that I shall ever see;

Then you may lay me low i' the mould, and think no more of me.

To-night I saw the sun set; he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind;

And the new year's coming up, mother, but I shall never see The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the tree.

There's not a flower on all the hills; the frost is on the pane;

I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again;

I wish the snow would melt, and the sun come out on high; I long to see a flower so before the day I die.