Original Poetry
... orighlat loortru. ?? ? THE SONG OF THE BLACKSTAFF. I CANIE from the mountains, pure and bright, Through flowery fields I strayed; Gladly I danced in the sun's clear light, And with the sunbeams played. In music and mirth the happy hours Of the Summer dlays wvere passed; Oh! green were the fields, and bright the flowers, In the place where my lot was cast. One day the wind came wanderin.g by, ...