POETRY
... M AR Y. Thou art bright as May morning, Maary, Thou art rich as the western brecze, And lovely aud pure as the cowslips Dihat welcome the labouriig bees. Thy voice is sweet mclody, Mary, Thy smile is the play of the sun That brightens the flowers of the meadolws When birds have their wooing begun. Our land has been vcalthy in Marys, Who lighted oar poets to fame; But I am so blest in thy ...