Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . led from the fir-tree wood-doves dropped upon the cabin eaves,To list her love-song by the ivy wall;While robins followed mid the harvest winked with knowing nod neath the mangolialeaves. Thus hved Ratagoe till his hair was grey,And his slow step grew feeble as a child,Supported by Yayfoe from day to day,And loved by all, the Peace Man of the wild;And when he died a thousand warriors filed,And thiew their arms into the mighty stream,To fight no more, but practise virtues ever by fair Mercys beamTlu-ough fields of corn and k
Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . led from the fir-tree wood-doves dropped upon the cabin eaves,To list her love-song by the ivy wall;While robins followed mid the harvest winked with knowing nod neath the mangolialeaves. Thus hved Ratagoe till his hair was grey,And his slow step grew feeble as a child,Supported by Yayfoe from day to day,And loved by all, the Peace Man of the wild;And when he died a thousand warriors filed,And thiew their arms into the mighty stream,To fight no more, but practise virtues ever by fair Mercys beamTlu-ough fields of corn and kine, where richest land-scapes gleam. Then from a simple wigwam of the westAn Indian chief came oer the woodlands wide;Nor did he give his gay moccasins restUntil he stood erect by Yayfoes claimed the maiden for his own dear biide:When back she went with him the lakes roses bloomed, and slender saplings sighed,And birds awoke her with their morning Peace sat in theii- bower, and sang the whole THE CHIVALRY OF LABOUR. JOHN HARRIS. From the Home Journal, October and Novemekr, 1873. FoRTT years ago a young lad, Bome thirteen years ofago, might have been Been working with hia father in aCornish uiiuo, nearly two hundred fathoms below thegreen fields, where the hardy rustics whistled cheerily asthey followed the plough. That lad was John Harris, whohas since acquired a local reputation as a poet, and whoitnquestionably docs possess no little poetical taste andfeeling, although his verses may not be familiar in circleswhere Te9hyson and Browning are the i^residing is a pity that those who are proud of their roses andlilies are sometimes tempted to ignore the modest charmsof the humbler primrose or harebell; for there is much toexcite our admiration in the simplest wild flower, as wellas in the most magnificent triumph of horticultural like manner, while ever ready to offer our tribute to theKings of Song, let us not refuse
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