POETRY
... POETRY, THE FIRST BRIGHT DAY. Oq hall mnl hower-Tlie Sun is at the gate! ehave bcen in gloom-by WYinter bounid too long; 0. ho cometli proudily-O, he cometh atp, ltoyal as a Prhieo, iiith banner and ivith sang- Fhing the casem~ent wide, anid iet tlhe glory through;- Sorrow hath departed,-Juby is born nnow!' I have learned too much to play a doleful string,- Stood to near the g rave, with ...