A fairy of a different type,

Yet full of spells, as strong As ever any fairy wove ;

Within the mystic throng.

Her brow was fair, and black her hair With lustre of the sloe;

Her lips and cheeks were as a peach
When in its primest glow;

Her eyes were like the violets
Which hide among the grass;

And her breath was as their fragrance
Which greets us while we pass.

In truth, a very pretty maiden
Of summers scarce nineteen !
Was she who thus came playfully,
And broke upon my dream.

I knew her well, and she knew me,
For we had long been friends;

And so I said full pleasantly,

'Dame Fortune smiles and sends

'You, little sweetheart, just in time, To give your welcome aid, To help me gather up this lot;

So come along, sweet maid!'

Together then, with right goodwill,

Picked we the mushrooms white, Till speedily a basketful

Rewarded labours light.

XI.

We laughed and talked, and happy were,

And cheerful as the day;

As home we walked, side by side,
Along the rural way,

Which ran right through an avenue
Of oaks with branches long;

Whilst on the left a rivulet

Was full of Nature's song.

An agèd hedge of twisted thorns

Grew on the other side;

Whose haws and sloes, were full of glows,

Resplendent far and wide.

The birds they sang about our path

From every bush and tree;

Or fluttered round us as we went
All most confidingly.

The kine stood in the rivulet

With water to the knees;

On shallow fords and tongues of sand,

O'ershadowed by the trees.

At times a water-wagtail would

Flit sprightly to and fro;

And oft a sportive fish would leap
From out the depths below.

Then once we saw, like meteor float
Athwart the winding stream,

A kingfisher in brilliant coat,
Of orange, blue, and green.

While swallows ever and anon
Would dart around and round,
Frequently singing as they flew,
A joyous sort of sound.

Thus on we went till soon appeared
The village cots and hall;

The little houses and the big !—

Where dwelt our great and small.

Then at an old and moss-grown gate
We parted for the day;
She going down the village street,

And I the other way.

Thus ended an eventful walk,

Which lives in memory yet;

And having furnished all this talk,
You likewise won't forget!

GOD IN CREATION.

WITH sacred awe I now approach

And speak Thy sov'reign Name:
Jehovah! Father! God! I Am !
Thou dost for ever reign!
When first creation heard Thy voice,

All, all was one vast night!
Thy Spirit brooding o'er the void

Diffused an essence bright;

Then rolled away the darksome clouds,

The waters stood alone,

Whilst earth came forth-Thy footstool, LordAnd heaven Thy royal throne;

But, oh! how rugged then the face,

The new-born world assumed; When from the chaos of that night, Its mighty mountains loomed. Gaunt precipices, crags, and scaurs, Huge craters, caves, and cliffs, Stood grimly forth in nakedness,

Amid volcanic rifts.

But like a veil soft verdure came

In every shade of green; A carpet vast and beautiful!

With lovely flowers between.

Then round those lofty mountain-tops

The hardy pine did grow,

And eidelweiss adorned the crags

Above the torrent's flow.—

Whilst vines and olives on the hills,

With wheat upon the plain,

Each flourished forth as doth the rose

Beneath a gentle rain.

Thus barren hills and arid plains

Were clad at Thy decree,

With grass, and herbs, and flowerets fair,

With fruit and forest tree.—

And in due order setting forth

The wisdom of Thy plan,

The sun and moon with stars of light,
Their courses now began.—

Look up and view those glorious orbs,
That glisten in the sky!

Each is a witness of the might,

Of Him who reigns on high.— How sweetly they together sang ! When first from out His hand They started on their circles vast Obeying His command ;— How gladly did the mighty sun, Effulgent spread his beams,