Must love, and joy, and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish,
And in itself to ashes burn."
[CHAPTER I. SPRING.]
It was a sweet carol, which the Rhodian children sang of old in Spring, bearing in their hands, from door to door, a swallow, as herald of the season;
"The Swallow is come!
The Swallow is come!
O fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,