SONG AND LAUGHTER. THE MINSTREL. EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. To the minstrel said the king, 66 66 Sing you mournful songs or glad?” "Minstrel, tell us not of tears; THE POET'S SONG. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE rain had fallen; the poet arose; He passed by the town and out of the street; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, The swallow stopped as he hunted the bee, The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay; For he sings of what the world will be HUNTING-SONG. WALTER SCOTT. WAKEN, lords and ladies gay! On the mountain dawns the day; With hawk and horse and hunting-spear! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling. Merrily, merrily mingle they; Waken, lords and ladies gay! Springlets in the dawn are steaming, And foresters have busy been Waken, lords and ladies gay! We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay; Waken, lords and ladies gay! Tell them youth and mirth and glee Think of this, and rise with day, THE GREENWOOD. WILLIAM L. BOWLES. Он, when 'tis summer weather, And the yellow bee, with fairy sound, |