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rposes benign, A simple flower deceives. Concealed from friends who might disturb Thy quiet with no ill intent, Secure from evil eyes and hands On barbarous plunder bent, Rest, mother-bird! and when thy young Take flight, and thou art free to roam, When withered is the guardian flower, And empty thy late home, Think how ye prospered, thou and thine, Amid the unviolated grove, Housed near the growing primrose tuft In foresight, or in love. _W. Wordsworth_ XXIV _A FINE DAY_ Clear had the day been from the dawn, All chequer'd was the sky, Thin clouds like scarfs of cobweb lawn Veil'd heaven's most glorious eye. The wind had no more strength than this, That leisurely it blew, To make one leaf the next to kiss That closely by it grew. _M. Drayton_ XXV _CASABIANCA_ _A True Story_ The boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. The flames roll'd on. He would not go Without his father's word; That father faint in death below, His voice no longer heard. He called aloud: 'Say, father, say If yet my task is done!' He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. 'Speak, father!' once again he cried, 'If I may yet be gone!' And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames roll'd on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And look'd from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair; And shouted but once more aloud, 'My father! must I stay?' While o'er him fast through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky. Then came a burst of thunder-sound-- The boy--oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart! _F. Hemans_ XXVI _SIGNS OF RAIN_ The hollow winds begin to blow, The clouds lo
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