CHRISTMAS MINSTRELSY. HE Minstrels play'd their Christmas tune The encircling laurels, thick with leaves, Through hill and valley every breeze Had sunk to rest with folded wings : So stout and hardy were the band That scraped the chords with strenuous hand! And who but listen'd?-till was paid In honour of each household name, O brother! I revere the choice That took thee from thy native hills; And it is given thee to rejoice: Though public care full often tills (Heaven only witness of the toil) A barren and ungrateful soil. Yet, would that Thou, with me and mine, And seen on other faces shine A true revival of the light Which Nature and these rustic powers, For pleasure hath not ceased to wait On these expected annual rounds; Or they are offer'd at the door How touching, when, at midnight, sweep To hear and sink again to sleep! Or, at an earlier call, to mark, By blazing fire, the still suspense Of self-complacent innocence. The mutual nod,-the grave disguise Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er; And some unbidden tears that rise For names once heard, and heard no more; Tears brighten'd by the serenade For infant in the cradle laid. Ah! not for emerald fields alone, With ambient streams more pure and bright Than fabled Cytherea's zone Glittering before the Thunderer's sight, Is to my heart of hearts endear'd The ground where we were born and rear'd! SILENT and cool, now freshening breezes blow Camoens PROGRESS OF EVENING. ROM yonder wood mark blue-eyed Eve proceed : First through the deep, and warm, and secret glens, Through the pale-glimmering, privet-scented lane, And through those alders by the river-side : shade. But ah! look yonder! see a misty tide Rise up the hill, lay low the frowning grove, Enwrap the gay, white mansion, sap its sides, Landor. NIGHT SONG. THE moon is up in splendour, And golden stars attend her; The heavens are calm and bright; Trees cast a deepening shadow, And slowly off the meadow A mist is rising silver-white. |