Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: GLEN ELGIN. Sometimes, when my lip has forgotten its mirth, When the pain in my heart makes me weary of earth, When my cheek has grown wet with the fast- falling tears, I love to remember my earliest years. Glen Elgin, my home! I remember it well, Where, bright in its beauty, the cataract fell; Where the sun-painted bow sweetly smiled on the spray, And the crane and the king-fisher watched for their prey. I remember the bower that the long branches made O'er the brake and the dwarf-yew that grew in the shade, Where the robin trilled sweetly his beautiful song. And the creek, with low laughter, went rippling along. Where I laved my bare feet in its clear running tide, And sprang o'er the wild, rugged rocks by its side; And climbed through the rough tangled thicket, to search For the tart sumac-drupe and the fragrant black birch. I remember the place where so often I stood, 'Neath the cedar-crowned rock, in the depth of the wood, Where the Solomon's seal decked the green, mossy bed, And the jack-in-the-pulpit was nodding his head. I used to lie down by the shadowy spring, To hear the shy locust his monody sing; For I fancied, (such thoughts through the young brain will reel,) 'T was a dear fairy grandmother spinning her wheel. I remember the course of the bright-leaping rill, As it stole from the spring down the side of the hill, Where the light was so dim all the long summer day, And the jewel-weed blossomed, impatient and 'Tis years since I wandered, a light-hearted child, Through the depth of that valley, so tangled and wild; Since I gathered the pale, purple flowers of the glade, And bounded in glee by the foaming cascade. I am wiser, perhaps, yet so little of woe Did my soul in...