My spirit flew in feathers then And summer pools could hardly cool I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven MARY'S DREAM. BY JOHN LOWE. John Lowe, the author of this poem, was born at Kenmure, parish of Kells, Kircudbrightshire, Scotland, in 1750. His father was a gardener, and at the age of 14 John was apprenticed to a weaver, but in 1771 he was enabled to go to the University of Edinburg. Later he entered the family of Mr. McGhie of Airds, whose house was located on an elevated piece of ground washed by the Dee and Ken, a spot reverenced by Lowe for its beauty. Within the grounds he erected a rural seat environed with honeysuckle, woodbine, and other shrubs, which is known to this day as "Lowe's Seat," and there he composed many of his most beautiful verses. The moon had climbed the highest hill Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea; She from her pillow gently raised Her head to ask who there might be, Thomas William Parsons was born at Boston in 1818. He spent the greater part of his life in Europe. In 1867 he translated Dante's "Inferno." In 1854 he published, under the title "Ghetto di Roma," a collection of his poems. He died at Scituate, Mass., in 1892. See, from his counterfeit of him. Whom Arno shall remember long, |