In all their beauteous power,
The fresh green days of life’s fair spring,
And boyhood’s blossomy hour.
Scorn’d bramble of the brake! once more
Thou bidd’st me be a boy,
To rove with thee the woodlands o’er,
In freedom and in joy.
Ebenezer Elliott.
THE PAINTED CUP.
The fresh savannas of the Sagamon,