CHORUS OF SPIRITS.

Ring every flower-bell on the wind,

And let each insect louder sing;

Let elfin “joy be unconfined;”

And let the laughing fairies bring

A wreath enchanted, and to bind

Upon the Poet's worthy brow

Heartsease and laurel, and a kind

Of valley lily, white as snow;

And fresh May-roses, branching long —

Braid all these in a garland gay,

To crown the Poet for his song,

Sung in our haunts this summer day!