Riley farm-rhymes . A COUNTRY rATIIWAY I pause a moment here to bend and muse,With dreamy eyes, on my reflection, where A boat-backed bug drifts on a helpless wildly oars the air, As, dimly seen, the pirate of the brook— The pike, whose jaunty hulk denotes his speed Swings pivoting about, with wary lookOf low and cunning greed. Till, filled with other thought, I turn againTo where the pathway enters m a realm Of lordly woodland, under sovereign reignOf towering oak and elm. A puritanic quiet here reviles The almost whispered warble from the takes a locusts rasping voice and

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Riley farm-rhymes . A COUNTRY rATIIWAY I pause a moment here to bend and muse,With dreamy eyes, on my reflection, where A boat-backed bug drifts on a helpless wildly oars the air, As, dimly seen, the pirate of the brook— The pike, whose jaunty hulk denotes his speed Swings pivoting about, with wary lookOf low and cunning greed. Till, filled with other thought, I turn againTo where the pathway enters m a realm Of lordly woodland, under sovereign reignOf towering oak and elm. A puritanic quiet here reviles The almost whispered warble from the takes a locusts rasping voice and files The silence to an edge. In such a solitude my sombre way Strays like a misanthrope within a gloom Of his own shadows—till the perfect dayBursts into sudden bloom, 125 A COUNTRY PATHWAY And crowns a Ions;, cleclininsj stretch of space, Where Kinp; Corns armies he with flag-s unfurled And where the vane_vs (hnt in Natures faceDimples a smiling world. And lo! through mists that may not be dispelled,I see an

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