4. Sound sleep by night; study and ease, 5. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Tell where I lie. Alexander Pope (1688-1744). ODE TO THE CUCKOO. 1. Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood, Now Heav'n repairs thy rural seat, 2. Soon as the daisy decks the green, 3. Delightful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, When heaven is fill'd with music sweet 4. The school-boy wand'ring in the wood 5. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom, An annual guest in other lands, 6. Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, 7. O could I fly, I'd fly with thee: Michael Bruce (1746 — 1767). . HUMAN LIFE. 1. The lark has sung his carol in the sky; Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. 2. A few short years-and then these sounds shall hail So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin, Soon, issuing forth, shall glitter through the trees 4. And once, alas! nor in a distant hour, Another voice shall come from yonder tower; He rests in holy earth with them that went before. 5. And such is Human Life;—so gliding on, It glimmers like a meteor, and is gone! To minstrel-harps at midnight's witching hour! PARENTAL ODE TO MY LITTLE SON. 1. Thou happy, happy elf! (But stop-first let me kiss away that tear!) Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear!) With spirits, feather light, 2. Thou little tricksy Puck!1 With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy! 1 The name of that "merry wanderer of the night," styled also Robin Goodfellow, who takes so conspicuous a part in the Midsummer Night's Dream. In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link, 3. Thou cherub-but of earth; Fit playfellow for Fays by moonlight pale, (That dog will bite him, if he pulls his tail!) (He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope!) With pure heart newly stamped from nature's mint, (Where did he learn that squint !) 4. Thou young domestic dove! (He'll have that jug off with another shove!) Dear nursling of the hymeneal nest! (Are those torn clothes his best?) Little epitome of man! (He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan!) Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life. (He's got a knife!) Thou enviable being! No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, My elfin John! 5. Toss the light ball—bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) (He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!) (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) 1 See note on page 72. Balmy, and breathing music like the south I cannot write, unless he's sent above). Thomas Hood (1798 — 1845). LYRIC POETRY. THE ELEGY. ELEGY. 1. Soft slumbers now, with downy fingers, close 2. Slowly I wander through the sacred grounds, 3. Awful, unearthly feelings sway the soul, As midnight throws her blackest horrors round; I hear afar the airy death-bell toll, And faint, low wailings rising from the ground. 4. Here in this spot obscure she sleeps, I cry, She, in whom all a woman's virtues shone; 5. O thou! who fondly o'er my cradle hung, |