And when among my native fields I wandered in the sun, I felt as if my morn of life had only just begun. The fragrance from the blossomed hedge that came on every breeze ; · The white cot peeping from the grove, its blue smoke in the sky The rural group of ruddy boys that gaily loitered The lonely lake, where brightly shone the fisher's sun-lit sail; Awhile these seemed illusions brief of beauty and delight, A dear but transitory dream a mockery of the night! For often in my slumbering hours on India's sultry strand, In visions scarce less palpable I hailed my native land. I clasped their thrilling hands in mine-re, its blue smoke that gaily loitered hill-the rivule htly shone the fishe mbons brief of beauty mockery g hours on India's alpable I hailed my boys that gay "Dr:nikled hill Mere brightly shone the risk' Dad, tramp lamp, gh trellised vines im shines : re it so fair. small feet id sweet: O see elight the bee; build their balmy cells; ons brief of beautrap when the day is cool; est that seems to be the sheltering tree, ama mooke marvels which my verse India 10 language to rehearse. the town! for thee, alas! spreads no flowers nor grass, 206 THE TOWN CHILD AND THE COUNTRY CHILD. But when upon my wildering doubts reflection flashed the truth, Oh! never in my childhood years, nor in my fervid youth, So deep a rapture thrilled my breast, as while I gazed around, And recognised the thousand charms that hallow English ground! THE TOWN CHILD AND THE COUNTRY CHILD. BY ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. CHILD of the country! free as air Which winds make 'mong the woods in June; I sing of thee; Of such a fair and gladsome thing. THE TOWN CHILD AND THE COUNTRY CHILD. 207 Child of the town! for thee I sigh: A narrow street thy boundless road, Child of the country! thy small feet Child of the town! for thee, alas! |