So that, seeking it around, All some golden summer day, 'Mid the ruins as they lay, It should never more be found?

In the 'Evening Walk' the following lines occur The dog, loud barking, 'mid the glittering rocks, Hunts, where his master points, the intercepted flocks.

A garden-plot the mountain air perfumes, Mid the dark pines a little orchard blooms; A zig-zag path from the domestic skiff, Threading the painful crag, surmounts the cliff.

He falls like a pyramid, crumbled and torn; And a vision of light on his dying eye borne, In glory reveals the blest souls of the slain, And he sees that his sceptre was transient and vain; For, 'mid the bright throng, e'en the infant he slew, And the altar-struck bride, beam full on the view!

Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar, 280 Heard by calm lakes, as peeps the folding star, Where the duck dabbles 'mid the rustling sedge, And feeding pike starts from the water's edge, Or the swan stirs the reeds, his neck and bill Wetting, that drip upon the water still; 285 And heron, as resounds the trodden shore, Shoots upward, darting his long neck before.

Here's what Plimpton says: "So said: and each to sleep addressed his wearied limbs and mind, And all was hushed i' the forest, save the sobbing of the wind, And the tramp, tramp, tramp of the sentinel, who started oft in fright At the shadows wrought 'mid the giant trees by the fitful camp-fire light.

'Mid the uproar of the house, Fanny, in her shame and fright, Wished herself indeed a mouse, But to run and hide from sight.

ARABIA Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ghost of the moon; And so dark is that vaulted purple Flowers in the forest rise And toss into blossom 'gainst the phantom stars Pale in the noonday skies.

But 'mid the groves, when the sun was high, The Indian marked with a worshipping eye, The HUMMING BIRDS, all unknown before, Glancing like thoughts from flower to flower, And seeming as if earth's loveliest things, The brilliants and blossoms, had taken wings:

A garden-plot the mountain air perfumes, Mid the dark pines a little orchard blooms; A zig-zag path from the domestic skiff, Threading the painful crag, surmounts the cliff.

The Land stood still to listen all that day, And 'mid the hush of many a wrangling tongue, Forth from the cannon's mouth the signal rung, That from the earth a man had pass'd away A mighty Man, that over many a field Roll'd back the tide of Battle on the foe, Thus far, no further, shall thy billows go.

In November days, When vapours rolling down the valleys made A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods At noon; and 'mid the calm of summer nights, When, by the margin of the trembling lake, 20 Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went In solitude, such intercourse was mine: Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long.

The moonlight is faded, the flowers still remain, But the dew drops have shrunk to their petals again." "My child," said the father, "look up to the skies; Behold that bright rainbow, those beautiful dyes, There, there are the dew drops in glory reset, 'Mid the jewels of heaven they are glittering yet.

This I learned from my life, Dear heart, 'Mid its storms, and stress, and strife, Apart, (God knows it's true!)

Yet I'm dreaming o'er it, smiling, and my thoughts are far away 'Mid the glorious summer sunshine long ago, And once more a happy, careless boy, in memory I stray Down a little country road I used to know.

Through the waving Woods of Wytham, Now so far, so far from me, Where I roam in memory; 'Mid the leaves, or flashing by them, Like sunshine to glorify them, On my sunless heart gleams she.

Lightning-like the fire advances, 'Mid the foliage, 'mid the branches; Withered boughs,they flicker, burning, Swiftly glow, then fall;ah me!

"For whom the heart of man shuts out, Straightway the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence, 'mid the world's loud din.

Frail waif from the sublime storm-shaken sea, Thou seem'st the childhood toy of some old king, Who 'mid the shock of nations lights on thee, And instant backward do his thoughts take wing To the unclouded days of infancy; Then, sighing, thus away the foolish joy doth fling.

"Her giant form O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, Majestically calm, would go, Mid the deep darkness, white as snow!

But with the dawn, 'mid the gloom of the little chapel of Blaen, came one who stood, haggard and pallid as the dawn, to stare wild-eyed upon a great sword and upon a torn and blood-stained altar-cloth; and so gazing, she shrank away back and back, crouching down amid the gloom.

Lightning-like the fire advances, 'Mid the foliage, 'mid the branches; Withered boughs,they flicker, burning, Swiftly glow, then fall;ah me!

So all day they journeyed 'mid the great forests, with never a hint or token of their fellow-man.

ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND CONSIDERED AS THE SUBJECT OF POETRY I H, thou return'st from Thames, whose naiads long Have seen thee lingering, with a fond delay, 'Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day, Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.

Ah! you much mistake your duty, Mating discord thus with beauty, 'Mid these heavenly sunset gleams, Vexing the smooth air with screams, Burdening the dainty breeze With insane discordancies.