I shall never hear her more
    By the reedy Lindis shore,
   “Cusha!  Cusha!  Cusha!” calling,
    Ere the early dews be falling;
    I shall never hear her song,
   “Cusha!  Cusha!” all along
    Where the sunny Lindis floweth,
        Goeth, floweth;
    From the meads where melick groweth,
      When the water winding down,
      Onward floweth to the town.

    I shall never see her more
    Where the reeds and rushes quiver,
        Shiver, quiver;
    Stand beside the sobbing river,
    Sobbing, throbbing, in its falling
    To the sandy lonesome shore;
    I shall never hear her calling,
   “Leave your meadow grasses mellow,
        Mellow, mellow;
    Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;

   “Come uppe, Whitefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot;
    Quit your pipes of parsley hollow,
        Hollow, hollow;
    Come uppe, Lightfoot, rise and follow;
        Lightfoot, Whitefoot,
    From your clovers lift the head;
    Come uppe, Jetty, follow, follow,
    Jetty, to the milking shed.”

JEAN INGELOW.

 THE LYE.

“The Lye,” by Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618), is one of the strongest and most appealing poems a teacher can read to her pupils when teaching early American history.  The poem is full of magnificent lines, such as
“Go, soul, the body’s guest.”  The poem never lacks an attentive audience of young people when correlated with the study of North
 Carolina and Sir Walter Raleigh.  The solitary, majestic character of
 Sir Walter Raleigh, his intrepidity while undergoing tortures inflicted by a cowardly king, the ring of indignation—–­ all these make a weapon for him stronger than the ax that beheaded him.  In this poem he “has the last word.”

    Goe, soule, the bodie’s guest,
      Upon a thanklesse arrant;
    Feare not to touche the best—­
      The truth shall be thy warrant! 
        Goe, since I needs must dye,
        And give the world the lye.

    Goe tell the court it glowes
      And shines like rotten wood;
    Goe tell the church it showes
      What’s good, and doth no good;
        If church and court reply,
        Then give them both the lye.

    Tell potentates they live
      Acting by others’ actions—­
    Not loved unlesse they give,
      Not strong but by their factions;
        If potentates reply,
        Give potentates the lye.

    Tell men of high condition,
      That rule affairs of state,
    Their purpose is ambition,
      Their practice only hate;
        And if they once reply,
        Then give them all the lye.

    Tell zeale it lacks devotion;
      Tell love it is but lust;
    Tell time it is but motion;
      Tell flesh it is but dust;
        And wish them not reply,
        For thou must give the lye.