And buffeted at will by rarn and storm.
I stopp’d and said, with inlv-muuer’d voice.
“It doth not love tb“ shower, nor seek the cold;
This neither is its courage nor its choice.
But its necessity in be In 2 old.
“The sunshine may not cheer if. nor the dew;
It can not help itself in its decay;
Still io its members, wither'd, changed of hue,**
And, in my spleen, I smiled that it was gray.
To be a prodigal's favorite -then, worse truth,
A miser s peiisionet—behold our lot!
O Manl that from thy fair ai 1 shining youth
Age might but take the things Youth needed not!
A STOKV OF SHADOW LAKE.
“Good morning, sir—a lovely day!”
I started rather guilty from the stoop
ing position in which the voice of ray un
known colioquifct had accosted me. In
truth ami in fact, 1 was engaged in ex
amining the padlocked mooring of a
graceful little boat, whose keel lay on the
shore, and meditating to myself how veri
agreeable a row across the crystal lake
would oe through the silence of the purple
August daybreak.
