DAY'S PARLOR.

The day came slow, till five o'clock,

Then sprang before the hills

Like hindered rubies, or the light

A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east,

The sunrise shook from fold,

Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,

The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;

The birds, in docile rows,

Arranged themselves around their prince

( The wind is prince of those ).

The orchard sparkled like a Jew, —

How mighty‘ t was, to stay

A guest in this stupendous place,

The parlor of the day!