SONG AND LAUGHTER. BIRDS ARE SINGING ROUND MY WINDOW. RICHARD HENRY STODDARD. BIRDS are singing round my window So with thoughts my brain is peopled, THE BUGLE SONG. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE splendor falls on castle walls And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes - dying, dying, dying! Oh, hark! oh, hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow! let us hear the purple glens replying: O love! they die in yon rich sky; And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying, THE HUNTER'S SONG. BARRY CORNWALL. RISE! Sleep no more! 'Tis a noble morn! Behold where the billowy clouds flow by, Hark, hark!- who calleth the maiden Morn The merry sweet ring of the hunter's horn! |