When Lisa Sings--a Pastoral

Whea Lisa singa Itie lore blrds eease their song, With greedy Jojr thjr drink in eTery note, And nearer to her bowep they gladly throng, Toteara the weetness of hermagic throatl Euch harmnny from heaven she must have stolen, For angels listen as her trilling sky ward flottt. Wlien Lisa singa thgMjhyíp. "faptured, slgh, The roses blush wi'conscious liapplnesá; The echoes pause, not daring to reply , The brook stands Btill, her witehery to confess, And all the world is hushed as her soft warbllngs rise, Forgetting life is life, the singer's soul to bless. When Lisa singa ! unto my ravished ear Each luscious note unf olds love's golden tale: With thrllling pulse, made bold with mine own fear, 1 breathe the love no longer I can veü; And melody unpent, of sweetest heart Joj bom, Swells in each throbbing breast as dreamland way we aail.