THE BAT.

O plumeless bird, O legless mouse;
Between the night and day,
Flitting around my summer-house
In quest of insect prey.
In thee a type of man is seen,
Half ape, half angel he,
Hope chases the dim hours between
Blank and eternity.
But when his twilight course is o'er,
Freed from the bestial clay,
Above the angels he shall soar
In everlasting day.

WATERFALL BY THE SEA.