And bring from the immortal mind
Thoughts that to improve us tend,
Of each variety and kind.”
Lucy soon became a poetical contributor; and when the paper was read, and the guessing as to the author of each piece began—for they were anonymous—the other girls were soon able to tell her work by its music and thought. Among the yellow and worm-eaten pages of the once popular “Diving Bell,” we find the following specimen of her earliest poetry:—
“I sit at my window and gaze
At the scenery lovely around,
On the water, the grass, and the trees,
And I hear the brook’s murmuring sound.
“The bird warbles forth his soft lays,