HE bright-haired morn is glowing
O'er emerald meadows gay,

With many a clear gem strowing

The early shepherd's way.

Ye gentle elves, by Fancy seen
Stealing away with light

To slumber in your leafy screen,
Tread more than airy light.

And see what joyous greeting
The sun through heaven has shed,
Though fast yon shower be fleeting,
His beams have faster sped.

For lo above the western haze
High towers the rainbow arch
In solid span of purest rays;
How stately is its march.

Pride of the dewy morning,
The swain's experienced eye
From thee takes timely warning,
Nor trusts the gorgeous sky,

For well he knows, such dawnings gay
Bring noons of storm and shower,
And travellers linger on the way
Beside the sheltering bower.

E'en so, in hope and trembling
Should watchful shepherd view
His little lambs assembling,
With glance both kind and true;
'Tis not the eye of keenest gaze,
Nor the quick-swelling breast

That soonest thrills at touch of praise,

These do not please him best.

But voices low and gentle,

And timid glances shy

That seem for aid parental
To sue all wistfully,

Still pressing, longing to be right,
Yet fearing to be wrong,

In these the pastor dares delight,
A lamb-like, Christ-like throng.

These in Life's distant even
Shall shine serenely bright,
As in the autumnal heaven
Mild rainbow tints at night,

Sir Gawaine's last Fight

King Arthur's Grief for Sir Gawaine

King Arthur's Lament for his Knights.

"Winter wakeneth all my care"

A Lykewake Dirge

Sir Patrick Spens

Chevy Chase

Twa Corbies

Three Skulls

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Elegy on Henry fourth Earl of Northumberland (Skelton) 71

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EIGHTEENTH CENTURY.

NINETEENTH CENTURY.