...For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from the heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long...

...on their hearts Like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.' ' Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wondrous melodies.' 1. ' I mean that Douglas Sixth of yore, Who coronet of Angus bore.' 2. ' The lava...

...the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's...devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows...

...the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's...days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard iu his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care,...

...For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler...from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs...

...echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from...from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs...

...literary amusement after the day's turmoil is over, and who will condescend — " To read from some humble poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or as tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still...

...masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time. Head from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his...heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies." • Indeed the songs and poems which are canonized in the memory and heart, for the largest part, are...

...fingers hurriedly, and touea Of melancholy beauty, died away Upon its strings of sweetness." " Whose song gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eye-lids start." a second mother, you might have added," said Lieutenant Weiss, who, for the last ten minutes had appeared...

...showers from the clouds of summer. Or lean from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies." Our debt to these is immense. Poetry appeals to, and has ita esecnce in, that part of our nature which,...