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Show A FANCY. Once, wandering o"er untrodden fields Far from tho buttle of the town. Bound hy the spell which fancy wieldt, I climbed a hill and, looking down, Bw, In the TnUey far beneath, A d&rkaoma wood, where oak trees tall Bwayod in the south wind's gentle breath. As throbbing bosoms rise and fall. But when I reached the vale, alas! Aud on the Tery border stood, A mighty hedge I could not uass Grew all about the tempting wood. I caught within the golden ray Of buttercups. The rippling trill Of brooks and fountains in their play With birth-songs seemed the wood to All And, ns I listened, on the wind There came a voice, as ono who sings: "Oh, mortal, leave the world behind, And scale the hedge on fancy's wings. Behold, thou standest on the edge Of that enchanted fairvland. Thy doubts have raised the mighty hedge, 'Twill vanish now at thy command." I sighed as oue who doubts his dream. 1 saw the thorny hedge grow less; And fainter grew the mystic gleam ; The hedge passed Into nothingness, The mist of eventide arose, Within a barren vale I stood. The day was sinking to its close-There close-There was no dim enchanted wood. Flavel Scott Mines in Ilarpev'a Weekly. |