Part 37 (1/2)

We did so, and he sat over it till long past day dawn And this was the origin of the Moonlight Sonata hich we are all so fondly acquainted

UNKNOWN

THE RED-WINGED BLACKBIRD

Black beneath as the night, With wings of a low, Fro, liquid, low; And 'tis oh, for the joy of June, And the bliss that ne'er can flee From that exquisite call, with its sweet, sweet fall-- O-ke-lee, o-ke-lee, o-ke-lee!

Long ago as a child, Fro quince, That ht it since, The spring-soft blue of the sky And the spring-bright blooain!-- O-ke-lee, o-ke-lee, o-ke-lee!

And the night is tenderly black, TheIn the soul and in the sight

The red-winged blackbird brings My lost youth back to ray fence rail, O-ke-lee, o-ke-lee, o-ke-lee!

ETHELWYN WETHERALD

TO THE CUCKOO

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!

Thou !

Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcoreen, Thy certain voice we hear

Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or htful visitant! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound ofthe bowers

The school-boy, wandering through the wood To pull the pri to hear, And imitates thy lay

What time the pea puts on the bloouest in other lands, Another spring to hail

Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year!

Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!

We'd lobe, Co

JOHN LOGAN

THE STORY OF A STONE