The waters laid thee at his doore,
Ere yet the early dawn was clear.
Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace,
The lifted sun shone on thy face,
Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.

That flow strew'd wrecks about the grass,
That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea;
A fatal ebbe and flow, alas!
To manye more than myne and mee;
But each will mourn his own (she saith);
And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath
Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

I shall never hear her more
By the reedy Lindis shore,
"Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling,
Ere the early dews be falling;
I shall never hear her song,
"Cusha! Cusha!" all along
Where the sunny Lindis floweth,
Goeth, floweth;
From the meads where melick groweth,
When the water winding down,
Onward floweth to the town.

I shall never see her more
Where the reeds and rushes quiver,
Shiver, quiver;
Stand beside the sobbing river,
Sobbing, throbbing, in its falling
To the sandy lonesome shore;
I shall never hear her calling,
"Leave your meadow grasses mellow,
Mellow, mellow;
Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;

"Come uppe, Whitefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot;
Quit your pipes of parsley hollow,
Hollow, hollow;
Come uppe, Lightfoot, rise and follow;
Lightfoot, Whitefoot,
From your clovers lift the head;
Come uppe, Jetty, follow, follow,
Jetty, to the milking shed."

JEAN INGELOW.

THE LYE.

"The Lye," by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618), is one of the strongest
and most appealing poems a teacher can read to her pupils when teaching
early American history. The poem is full of magnificent lines, such as
"Go, soul, the body's guest." The poem never lacks an attentive
audience of young people when correlated with the study of North
Carolina and Sir Walter Raleigh. The solitary, majestic character of
Sir Walter Raleigh, his intrepidity while undergoing tortures inflicted
by a cowardly king, the ring of indignation--- all these make a weapon
for him stronger than the ax that beheaded him. In this poem he "has
the last word."

Goe, soule, the bodie's guest,
Upon a thanklesse arrant;
Feare not to touche the best--
The truth shall be thy warrant!
Goe, since I needs must dye,
And give the world the lye.

Goe tell the court it g