THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD.

YOUTH of delight! come hither

And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.

Doubt is filed, and clouds of reason,
Dark disputes and arful teazing.
Folly is an endleshaze;

Tangled roots perplex her ways;
How many have fallen there!

They stumble all night over bones of the dead;

And feel-they know not what but care;

And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

IDEAS OF GOOD AND EVIL.

IDEAS OF GOOD AND

EVIL.

DAYBREAK.

To find the western path,
Right through the gates of wrath
I urge my way;
Sweet morning leads me on;

With soft repentant moan

I see the break of day.

The war of swords and spears,
Melted by dewy tears,

Exhales on high;

The sun is freed from fears,
And with soft grateful tears
Ascends the sky.

THE WILD FLOWER'S SONG.

As I wandered in the forest

The green leaves among,

I heard a wild flower

Singing a song.

'I slept in the earth

In the silent night;
I murmured my thoughts,
And I felt delight.