How tears must fall; how guilt must break Of drooping forms and fading cheeks; Of knowledge by experience bought: And joy is thy sufficient care! Thou tend'st thy flowers, and read'st thy books; And youth in thee more lovely looks, Because no trace of tears and sighs, Of watchings or anxieties, Has dimmed thine eyes, or lined thy brow; Thou ever art as thou art now; And like the form of household mirth Art thou upon thy father's hearth; Thy little brothers laugh to see Oh happy maiden, to impart A loving heart intent to please; A spirit which has ta'en its hue From healthful tastes and pleasures true; A trust sublime; a faith secure ; Go, take thy book: the red-rose flower And birds are singing loud and wide, Yet, close thy book,—the hour is bright,— And give thy spirit to delight, And think thy thoughts;-the scene, the hour, Of memories have a sinless dower; The memories of all gentle things Whence no remorse, no sorrow springs : Where thou and thine have gambols played; Where first each sylvan form and tone Which those thou lov'st call after thee; How here, in this delightful nook, Thou earliest read some pleasant book; Here found some flower, which none had found And here, perchance, first learned to grieve Or heard those words which thence are part, As 'twere life's essence in thy heart. But time passed on: I am not now And 'twill be thus with thee ere long, Thought will grow sad, and care be strong, Require from thee a stedfast mind. And then, from those gone years of youth, From the clear depths of memory, And guide thee through the shoals of life, Now fare-thee-well, my sober strain SONNET. SUMMER LOUNGING. BY JOHN CLARE. M. H. I LOVE to wander at my idle will, In summer's joyous prime, about the fields, To sip the draught its pebbly channel yields; CARL BLÜVEN, AND THE STRANGE MARINER. A Norwegian Tale. On that wild part of the coast of Norway that stretches between Bergen and Stavanger, there once lived a fisherman called Carl Blüven. Carl was one of the poorest of all the fishermen who dwelt on that shore. He had scarcely the means of buying materials wherewith to mend his net, which was scarcely in a condition to hold the fish in it; still less was he in a condition to make himself master of a new boat, which he stood greatly in need of; for it was so battered and that while other fishermen adventured out into the worn, open sea, Carl was obliged to content himself with picking up what he could among the rocks and creeks that lay along the coast. Notwithstanding his poverty, Carl was on the eve of marriage. His bride was the daughter of a woodcutter in the neighbouring forest, who contrived, partly with his hatchet, and partly with his gun, to eke out his livelihood; so that the match was pretty equal on |