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SONGSTER. 43
Tlkc Woodpecker.
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said if there's peace to be found in the world
A heart that is humble might hope for it here.
It was noun, and on flowers that languish'd around,
In silence reposed the voluptuous bee;
13 very leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound.
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.
And here, in this lone little wood, I exclaimed,
With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye.
Who would blush if 1 prais'd her, and weep if I blani'd.
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die!
By the shade of yon hawthorn, whose red berry dips,
In the gusR of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips.
Which ne'er had been sigh'd on by any but mine.
Tlie Sanile off Comtent&Mcnt aind I^ove,
TUNE—** Kinlocb of Kinloch/'
3h! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow
And sweet is the bower my Emeline wove;
Ah ! nought fi'om the gay or the wealthy Pd borrow,
While bless'd with the smile of contentment and love.
The mirth of my children, their playful caresses,
Unceasing delight to a parent must prove;
Then talk not of him who more splendor possesses.
My wealth is the smile of contentment and love.
The morning awakes us to health and to labor.
The lark points to heaven as first to be praised,
The ev'ning procures me my friend and my neighbor,
To join in the tribute by gratitude raised.