"Sure never," he thought, "was a creature so rare, Lo, here now I stand," and he gazed all around, He stood with his head in the mulberry tree, At the sound of the word the good mare made a push, SONG FOR THE TENDER BEECH AND THE SAPLING OAK THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK OR the tender beech and the sapling oak, You may cut down both at a single stroke, But this you must know, that as long as they grow, You can never teach either oak or beech A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA A ALLAN CUNNINGHAM WET sheet and a flowing sea A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast Oh for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze, There's tempest in yon hornèd moon, And hark the music, mariners! The lightning flashing free; MY AIN COUNTREE ALLAN CUNNINGHAM HE sun rises bright in France, THE And fair sets he; But he has tint the blythe blink he had But sorrow comes to me, Oh, it's nae my ain ruin That saddens aye my e'e, But the love I left in Galloway, In my The bud comes back to summer, And the blossom to the bee; But I'll win back-oh never, Το my ain countree. I'm leal to the high heaven, Which will be leal to me, An' there I'll meet ye a' sune Frae my ain countree. THE SEA BARRY CORNWALL (B. W. PROCTER) THE Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! T The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, If a storm should come and awake the deep, I love, O! how I love, to ride I never was on the dull, tame shore, |