Musical cherub soar, singing away.
Then, when the gloaming comes,
Low, in the heather blooms,
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
Emblem of happiness,
Blest is thy dwelling-place—
Oh, to abide in the desert with thee!
—James Hogg.
WEARY OF MYSELF
The following is poetry—every line of it—and infinitely good. It is by Matthew Arnold.