CROQUIS.

I LOVE to sit on the grassy banks

Of the dancing, dashing river,

And see its waters onward speed,

And its wrinkled eddies quiver.

I love to think that ages hence,

When I have gone forever,

Still other eyes will with delight

Behold the rushing river.

THEN AND NOW.THE lilacs by the garden gate

Swing in the sweet wind dreamily;

But one comes late,

Who earlier came to me

In olden time and otherwhere.

O dreamer by the unquiet sea

That drives across the sands of fate,

One dreams of thee -

Who early comes or late,

In some new time, than old more fair.

QUERIES.WHERE rideth late through wood and wold

Yon knight so young and gay?

The wind is cold, and robbers bold

Beset the stormy way.

Whose horn resounds beyond the wall

In night thus wild and late?

And why do all return the call

And ope the massive gate?

Why doth the baron's darling child

Wear such a blushing hue?

Why doth she cry, with downcast eye,

"Thank God! he 's true! he 's true!"