Thou King of kings, Almighty One!
bend unto me the ear
That listens to the music
of every rolling sphere,
And guide, oh guide my feeble hand
to strike my slumbering lyre
To strains harmonious and divine,
and every thought inspire.

--_Poems, p. 9._




RURAL SCENES.


THE WALK IN JUNE.


A walk in June, in early June,
Our sweet Canadian June--
When every tree is all in leaf,
And every bird in tune;
When laughing rills leap down the hills
And through the meadows play,
Inviting to their verdant banks
The old, the young, the gay.