POETRY
... MIDSUMMER. Past many a shady nook, The babbling meadow brook, 'Wxt grass grown banks with feathery fern abounding, Glides on lis devious way Through all the livelogn day . While fields and woods with summer songs are soundlng. The deep creek, winding, flows By shelving showers where grows Toe silvery willow marked with sun and shadow, And In Its glassy wave The cattle come to lave TheIr ...