THE WONDERS OF THE LANE. To mountain-winds the famished fox O'er headlong steeps and gushing rocks But here the lizard seeks the sun, Oh! then, while hums the earliest bee Walk thou with me, and stoop to see For oh! I love these banks of rock, This roof of sky and tree, 51 These tufts, where sleeps the gloaming clock, And wakes the earliest bee! As spirits from eternal day Look down on earth, secure, Look here, and wonder, and survey A world in miniature. A world not scorned by Him who made But solemn in His depth of shade And splendid in His sight. ELLIOTT. |