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“ Now you know where to find both the west and the
east, We soon shall discover the rest : To the left is the south, to the right is the north,
When your face is turn'd full to the west.”
harraxe, THE CUCKOO. They ;
LITTLE cuckoo, com’st thou here,
THE SUMMER EVENING.' See where the glowing sun-set now Tinges yon mountain's misty brow; O'er hill, and dale, and meadow bright, It spreads a flood of golden light; Illumes the lowly cottage pane, And fires the steeple's giddy vane. The martin skims her rapid way, In eager quest of insect prey; The chirping brood, with loud appeal, Had ask'd her for their evening meal, And from their clay-built nest on high, Wait her return impatiently. Amid the wood's dark foliage, now The squirrel leaps from bough to bough ; He starts and frisks with agile pow'r, Enliven’d by the evening hour; No tyrant cage nor chain has he, To bar his joyous liberty. Now insects skim the placid stream, Or frolic in the sunny beam ; So still the air, the forest trees Scarce murmur to the tender breeze ; Birds, one by one, have sung farewell, And left the grove for Philomel.
How pleasant is the garden shade,
Sweet is the summer evening hour;
FALSEHOOD IN ITS REAL COLOURS.
Tempting as falsehood may appear,
When struggling to get free Of some entanglement or fear,
No way but this we see:
Take not appearances for truth,
For falsehood all misleads ;
Will deaden virtue's seeds.
A lie is wrong in any shape,
Though cloth'd in fairest kind ; God's searching eye, who shall escape,
Though all mankind were blind ? While falsehood seeks the shade of night,
Truth stands the brightest day;
It helps to do away.
When first the fault is own'd;
When thus we have aton'd.
Or seek yourself to cheat ;
Who saves you from deceit.
For those who act with sense and reason, There is for all things proper season, Learning and pastime, rest and labour, Duties to parent, friend, and neighbour.
And time for all these things is granted,