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VOICES FROM THE HEARTH: 
 
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 BY 
 
 ISIDORE G. ASCHER, B.C.L. 
 
 ADVOCATB, MOTREAL. 
 
 ' True to the kindred pointa of Heaven and Home.- 
 
 MONTREAL: 
 
 JOHN LOVELL, ST. NICHOLAS STREET. 
 
 NEW YORK : 
 
 D. APPLETON & 00. 
 
 1863. 
 
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 Entered, according to the Act of the Provincial Parliament, in 
 the year one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, by 
 Isidore G. Aschbb, In the Office of the Kegistrar of the 
 Province of Canada. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAOB 
 
 iQtroductioQ, ' 
 
 ' 9 
 
 Dedication, 
 
 15 
 
 By the Hearth, 
 
 Reaving, ......,.,[. 23 
 
 Work, 
 
 • ' 25 
 
 A Game of Cards, _,. 
 
 Shadow, 
 
 Sunlight "" gjj 
 
 Esther, ........!.!!!..... 34 
 
 Only a Plank ........* 37 
 
 My Darlings, 2^ 
 
 Twilight, !!!.!!!!!!!!![ 4l 
 
 ^*^«« ...! 42. 
 
 Sundown in the City, . . \^^ .. 
 
 Who Cares?...... ^^ 
 
 Under the Maple-Tree, ....».,.. 4R 
 
 The Traveller and the Tree, \ qq 
 
 ^°°» ...*.*..'.'.* 63 
 
 Old Letters, ^,..., .. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGB 
 
 Starlight, ; 56 
 
 Pygmalion, 67 
 
 Fa", 66 
 
 Thanksgiving, 68 
 
 Katie, ►fO 
 
 Under the Trees, "72 
 
 Light for Canada's Sages, "74 
 
 Song, 1^6 
 
 ■^^^t 78 
 
 The Fisherman's Watch, 80 
 
 Merchandize, 84 
 
 Spiritus Sanctus, 88 
 
 Poor» 90 
 
 I Love You, 92 
 
 A Tribute, go 
 
 J>nnk,.... 94 
 
 ^08t» 96 
 
 To the Memory of Lady Montefiore, 97 
 
 An Autumn Idyl, gg 
 
 Flowers, 2q, 
 
 A Search for Spring, 1Q3 
 
 The Child of the Lake, IO4 
 
 lUrapoken, , , . 
 
 A Summer's Day, ^ j jg 
 
 ^ Hero, J Jg 
 
 " Nocte Tacentia Late," 119 
 
 On an Ambrotype, 12i 
 
 Childhood,. jgj 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 A Welcome, ^ 224 
 
 Begeneration, 126 
 
 The Lover Star, , ^ 129 
 
 The Three Rings, 133 
 
 Echoes of the Seasons, 143 
 
 New Year, 1^5 
 
 By the Firelight 14g 
 
 S^o^j 160 
 
 Short Days, 152 
 
 May-Time, I54 
 
 The Elixir of Spring, 156 
 
 Summer Calm, 155 
 
 Indian Summer, Igl 
 
 Falling Leaves, 163 
 
 A Madrigal, 166 
 
 i-'Envoi, 167 
 
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INTHODUCTIOK 
 
 iir fbe course of a conVefsaf ion vritli ai nameless acquamtanctf-^ 
 #Hd lias a predilection for hard Tc^c and unvarnished facts, I haii 
 ^ecaaidn to discuss my project of publishing, which tie viewed witn 
 i dbld indifference, not unmihgled with a bertain scorn, mf 
 tltbical firiend having then descanted on the supreme excellence of 
 Shakespeare, I asked his opinioh— whether minor poems possess^ 
 ing beaut/, truth, fire, and melody are not only more congenial ^ 
 the miultitude, but have alwuya exercised a more ijbtent infl'ueii6& 
 and benefit over mankind than even great epic or dramatic wof^s. 
 He assented to this ; but endeavored to assure me that poem's of 
 this class were seldom found. J^ot feeling any inclination to ^e»- 
 tion this statement, I drc^peni the subject. 
 
 Now, my interview with t'his steml'y-visaged acqnaintaiice has- 
 suggested me a few thoughts regtirding lyrical poetry and its infl^u- 
 etice, which I shall endeavor to mbody in i^lain prose, instead oT 
 in measured couplets. 
 
 It is impossible to give an exhaustive definition of minor poenl. 
 Th&s niay be comprised under the names of ballads, l^ends, songs, 
 odes, hymns, and lyrics. They are nearly all distinguished by 
 brevity, and generally turn oh an emotion, tbought, incident, or 
 dVetit. Mr. Giles happily characterizes them, when he remarks 
 that "a simple song is like a compressed draiha; and within the 
 circle of these songs we haw impulses from" every stage of life,, 
 ftfoih the perturbations of youth to the chills of age." All true- 
 liliObY jJoems, or we shall call' them lyric*— fW tlus word presu]k 
 
 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 poses that whicli contributes to their perfection, namely melody- 
 must be spontaneou', and therefore natural. The writer must 
 feel his thought before giving it expression. Artifice of words, 
 pomp of metaphor, add to its beauty, but it is the vivida vis animi 
 thrown into it, which gives it vitality and makes it enduring. 
 Consequently, all favorite lyrics do not, as we are apt to suppose, 
 owe their success to the caprice of the world, or to the fame of their 
 authors. " The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna" is familiar 
 to all, but I am net aware that its composer, C. Wolfe, was particu- 
 larly celebrated as a poet. The certain distinctive excellencies 
 then which, in my opinion, have made minor poems popular^ are 
 eamestnest and tt^uthfulneaa. They must not only proceed firom 
 the intellect, but also flow from the heart The secret of Lord 
 Byron's fame, is that his thoughts glow with feeling. None 
 of us are in love with his preachings, his morals, philosophy, or 
 morbid views of mankind; but the impassioned melody, and par- 
 ticularly the ferv'd warmth of his words, awake our sympathies 
 and excite our .otions, until we are apt to exclaim, " O that this 
 genius had, possessed the piety of Cowper and the philosophy of 
 Montgomery, and these gentlemen the genius of Byron !" 
 
 There is an anecdote related of G«orge II, who being asked to 
 patronize the poets, only cursed them, remarking, that " they were 
 all a set of mechanics." I am aAraid his remarks apply to many 
 of our modem wooers of the muse. We have in our midst a deal of 
 vague, misty poetry, which requires a concentration of our faculties 
 to understand and appreciate; fine intellectual mechanical com- 
 positions, which might as well have been written in prose. But a 
 true puem, as I comprehend the matter, ought to thrill and arrest 
 the mind on perusing it. Aristotle, more than two thousand 
 years ago, informed us, that a poet must either possess ftrenzy 
 or art. A minor poem all art is merely " a sad mechanic exercise." 
 A minor poem all A*enzy, with little or no art, must reach and 
 move our sensibilities, and thus Ailfll the purpose for which it 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 wait composed. In my opinion, modiocrity may be tolerated in a 
 poem imbued with real and not sham feeling, in spite of Horace's 
 assertion to the contrary. Thus, good lyrics excite the common 
 heart of humanity, because they contain 
 
 "The music to whose tone 
 The common piilse of man keeps time, 
 lu cot or castle's mirth or moan, 
 
 In cold or sanny clime." 
 
 Long descriptive, dramatic, or epic poems, firom their very length, 
 will only find their fit and few audience. This higher poetry will 
 always prove a joy forever to highly cultivated minds ; but lyrics 
 that "have a perfection commensurate with their aim, a finish in 
 proportion to brevity," which are either "simple, sensuous, or pas- 
 sionate," are common to all ages and in all times, and, by awakening 
 man's loftier impulses and purer emotions, " fade not into the 
 light of common day," but, like the soul from which they proceed 
 and the imperishable forms of nature herself, are unchangeable 
 and eternal I 
 
 It is sometimes asked, whether there is not sufficient lyrical 
 poetry in the world for now, and for all time ; and also if it is 
 not vain and presumptuous for any one to attempt to increase 
 the store; particularly, when this any one has not received the 
 poet's "awful crown," as Gerald Massey terms it. This question 
 is easily answered. Everything in nature and art, and in the 
 mind of man, is for ever being reproduced. The pansies of the 
 garden were onco the violets of the woods. The variegated tulip 
 was originally of an unmixed simple color; yet the distinctive 
 peculiarities of these, like al' flowers, are the same now as when 
 Eve in the Garden of Eden «tooped, as Milton tells us, 
 
 "To support 
 Each flower of slender stock, whoso head, tbo' gay, 
 Carnation, purple, azure, or speok'd with gold, 
 Hung drooping uusustainod " ; 
 
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 80 tHe lyrical impulse dies not wiili man's death, but is perpetti- 
 alljr faking new forms and phases, or modifications of old forms; 
 and this faculty is enlarged with tne march of intellect, the prog- 
 ress of civilization, and the increase of refinement. As knowledge 
 spreads itself, our poetry becomes (iil)er and truer. If, says Charles 
 Kingsley, Pope had been afive now,' he would jdave written his 
 "Dunciad" much better. Ceirvantes bears out my assertion when 
 he remarks, ** Poetry I regard as a tender virgin, young and ex- 
 tremely beautiAiI, whom divers other virgins, namely all the other 
 mnenoes, are assiduous to enrich, to iVolish and adorn. She is to be 
 served b^ them, and they are to be ennobled through her." Ten- 
 niyson's passages descriptive of English scenery in "In Memo- 
 moriam" outrival those in the "Seasons," because our modern 
 bard, with deej^er ledming and finer instincts, has penetrated into 
 fhe vary heart o^ the landscape: and his poetry, not being dis- 
 fl^red with false conceits arising from defective knowledge, is 
 truer and more perfect. The first half of this present century is 
 rich in lyrics, and, judging ft'om the numerous array of singers 
 around us, thf) latter half gives promise of finer songs than here- 
 tofore. It is therefore idle to assert, that tlie harp and lyre of 
 Al^ollo can ever be silent, or the harpers lose command over the 
 stiings and produce new combinatioub of melody no more. As 
 long as the mysterious heart ot man beats in joy, or is dulled 
 with (frief ; as long as the eternal glory and goodness of the Cre- 
 ator fill him with awe, and the infinite variety, grandeur, beauty 
 of His creations inspire him witli love, fVom a necessity in his 
 nature he will ever give expression to "thoughts too deep, for 
 toBirs," which will often naturally take a lyrical form. 
 
 Now, the desire and the faculty are seldom eqUal. The instinct 
 which bids us write our ideas, and the power which gives them 
 utterance, are rarelj^ in the same relation. AH who write verse are 
 not poets, and many dream beautiiPUl thougnts anii yet can never 
 impart them, and po these slluut singers "die with all their musio 
 
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 in them." Still, amid the profusion of verses, scattered everyo 
 where and anywhere, how mucli is hot hidden, like violets iinde^ 
 mossy stones, whicli, if 'brought to light, and in places where iney 
 could be understood, would not bring fame and Ibonor to tlieir 
 
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 authors. 
 
 ' lilvery writer of verse then, does so Arom pure necessity, to sat- 
 isf!^' a hidden cravihg'after 'the 'beiaiutifull ' ' He cannot llielp it. Me 
 spins his thoughts, like the spidieir weaves Us welb), ^rom impuW. 
 It is in fact a growth of his mind, like tlie leaves of a tree. ' ^ 
 never occurs to the writer, that lie or she may only be incliting 
 feeble commonplace, or, in the powerful languagis of Mrs. Brown- 
 
 " What make-believe, 
 With so much earnest! what ell^ie resnlto, 
 From virile eiTorts ! what cold wire*drawit odes, 
 From such wliite heats!" 
 
 And very often the higher the idea aimed at, the more worthless 
 its form; and so, the set of verses conceived in true spirit, furns 
 out to be spiritless. We jannot embody our'dreain. The plan 
 is seemly and nolble, but the execution i>roves a failure. Wel^ 
 supposing that such is the case, 'what'iili[aiter? Lei 'tis console 
 oui^elves with the reflection tliat impeitection must mix itseff 
 wfth all human effort, and say. In ihe WutilUl philosophy of 
 Hawthorne, '"'I ain afVaid th&t a sense of shortedming niust* 
 always be the reward and punishment of those who try to grapple 
 with a great or beautiful idea. It only proves that yod have l)een 
 able to imagine things too high for mortal faculties to execute." 
 
 Having thus unburdened, I hope not too presumptuously, my 
 beliefs regarding minor poems, I beg to present my own trifles of 
 verse. I have no excuses to offer for their appearance; no re- 
 marks about early efforts and kind indulgences, and all those 
 tham apologies so common to prefixes in first books. None of 
 them may reach my ovm ideal of a true lyric, and I am almosi 
 
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 oerinin they will not fulfil the requirements of my rigid, Shaks- 
 pearian friend; still, a few, as they were published in Montreal and 
 copied elsewhere, have already won the kindly notice— I hope 
 deservedly — of many an unknown friend, and of not a few poetical 
 critics; therefore, without fear, I have collected them Arom a host 
 of others written firom time to time. As a number have floated 
 about the country, leading a vagabond and precarious existence in 
 odd comers of newspapers, and in strange nondescript collections 
 of poetry, I certainly feel justified in gathering my fold— in 
 placing within a certain compass all those pieces which I care to 
 acknowledge now, together with other MSS. which have never 
 attained the dignity of print. 
 
 It is my dearest wish that the magnates of criticism should look 
 into them ; and if theiV verdict, in spite of certain honied approval 
 already received, should prave unfavorable, I shall endeavor to 
 lin no more in rhyme. 
 
 In the meantime, fervently thanking all those whose words of 
 encouragement and hope have been my sweetest satisfaction, I 
 launch my little venture, on the broad, variable sea of public 
 opinion, freighted with the usual human hope attending all human 
 projects; while I patiently await the issue, if there is ever to be 
 one, — or, if such is to be its fate, calmly enduring the forgetfulness 
 of a busy world engrossed with its own visions and regrets. 
 
 MoHT&BAL, August 1808. 
 
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 DEDICATION. 
 
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 In trust — in love — I lay ? « :* , ^ 
 My lowly oflfering, mother, at thy feet; — :« 
 All that mjTheart for years has fancied sweet, 
 
 My songs from day to day. 
 
 Accept them, for they are 
 The hopeful thoughts of many a lonely hour, 
 
 When every other balm had lost its power 
 To still life's fret and jar; 
 
 For every fervent Jine, '^ 
 Syllabled amid dull worldly strife, ' 
 
 Whispered sweet hope and solace, till my life 
 
 Seemed tinged with hues divine I" 
 
 Broken and few and faint, , ? 
 
 I give them to thy keeping—to thy care— 
 So that thy love around them everywhere 
 
 May free them from earth's taint. 
 
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 If thy nnselfisli love, 
 O mother I were attuned to rhythmic song, 
 The melody would ever roU along, 
 
 And reach the skies above I 
 
 So keep these homely lays, 
 For they are all my life can giy^ thee now ; 
 And tho' the world's neglect may iend me low, 
 
 I only wait iky praise. 
 
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 Not for their doubtful worth 
 Accept them ; only glean the 1qv<9 ^at Uqs 
 Hidden among th^ feeble ^lCjlQd|e9, 
 
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 And tho' the faults abound 
 Numerous as shells within the sea, 
 Thy love will make the rhyme and harmony 
 
 To fill them with sweet sound I "' 
 
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 I then no more would ^ : 
 Let Fame's uproarious ^§pe| ^l^^i^ CojJJl 
 The|p<?0'8lo^^rmusw^t^^^ 
 
 Be mine a ^^^^ y^- 
 
 To sing the songs of ^ome. 
 When dove^yed Truth with torch of vestal vhl^ 
 Has lit the ^te upon the hearth at night, 
 
 Hallowing its sacred dome. ^ ■ '*! • 
 
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 Or when the sunny eyes 
 Of Innocence have beamed upon my heart, 
 Till the loved children's glances seemed a part 
 
 Of looks in Paradise I 
 
 Vague fancies of my brain, 
 And visions which my heart yearned to express, 
 Which seemed o'ertinted with strange loveliness 
 
 Shining thro' mists and rainj 
 
 Vain griefs that idly ilow. 
 Which memory longed in rhythmic speech to tell. 
 Thy love can fathom and interpret well, 
 
 And give them meaning now. 
 
 The song-buds scant of mine, 
 May ripen and may blossom into flowers, 
 Whene'er thy dear approval richly dowers 
 
 Each thought with smiles of thine I 
 
 Therefore, in joy, Hay . 
 
 This book of verses fondly at thy feet 
 So that thy voice may make these voices sweet, 
 
 Where'er they chance to stru^% 
 
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 BY THE HEARTH, 
 
 As iEncas, fires eternal, 
 
 To old Latium's shores brought home, 
 So may thoughts of Home diurnal, 
 Chastened with the vestal fire, 
 Ever soaring upwards, higher, 
 
 Be as pure where'er they roam. 
 
 With the sacred hearth before me. 
 Kneeling down before its shrine. 
 And the fear of Heaven o'er me, 
 I have striven to learn the teachings, 
 All the wondrous, reverent preaching)^ 
 Of the love of home divine I 
 
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 BY THE HEARTH^ 
 
 And this strong love, lying hidden 
 
 In its fulness on my heart 
 In my lonely hours, unbiddei, 
 Oft has taken outward draping, 
 Till each fervid, homely shaping 
 
 Of this idle verse forms part. 
 
 What if this untutored singing 
 Wake no echo thro' the earth ? 
 
 'Tis a human voice upspringing 
 
 And the strains, though faint and broken, 
 
 btill shall be a living token 
 That they have a purer birth. 
 
 Tho' the mists of care around me. 
 
 Shroud my thought and cloud niy rhyme; 
 
 Tho complaints to earth have bound me: 
 
 Ktill these simple lays have given 
 
 Faith in man and hope in Heaven, 
 Now and in the future time. 
 
 So my thoughts are ever yearning 
 
 To the hearth, lit from above-' 
 And the while the flame is burning 
 I have prayed that God the giver, ' 
 Watchful, might extinguish never 
 
 All the sacred fires of love I 
 
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BY THE HEARTH, 
 
 Not in fear, nor unattended, 
 
 Shall this idle verse go forth. 
 For AflFection's tones have blended 
 With these voices all their power, 
 When in many a blissful hour 
 
 Home and Love have given them birth. 
 
 Smiles have made the hearthstone brighter ! 
 
 Words have filled with joy the air ! 
 Loots have made life's burden lighter ! 
 When around me gathered faces. 
 Beaming with the kindly traces 
 
 Of a ministering, watchful care. 
 
 And when deeper Night has hastened, 
 Soft unfolding raven wings, 
 
 All the firelights seeming chastened, 
 
 Purged from dross, in ashes lying ; 
 
 Purer, brighter, flames were flying 
 In the soul's imagimngs. 
 
 Through the tide of rolling hours, 
 Through dim vistas of the years. 
 
 Through life's mead of daisy flowers, 
 
 Still these voices sweet are ringino- 
 
 To my fancy ever singing 
 Joys that hush my plaints and fears. 
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 BY THE HEARTH. 
 
 Soaring visions, far above me, 
 
 Glimmering like God's host of stare, 
 Phantom shapes that yearn to love me, 
 Till on earth I seem to grasp them, 
 And in love my soul doth clasp them 
 Through earth's narrow, prison bars. 
 
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 Though life's toil and fret have jarred them, 
 Dimmed these broken, wandering strains. 
 
 And earth's dust and drought have marred them, 
 
 And they fade and die in ashes, 
 
 Still the hearth-fire ever flashes. 
 And the Love of Home remains. 
 
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WEAVING. 
 
 A maiden was weaving at noonday, 
 
 A maiden with gold-rippling hair, 
 Whose heart was as warm as the sunrays 
 
 That softly encircled her there ; 
 And her eyes were like starlights in shadow, 
 
 And her thoughts were like sweet summer air* 
 
 I knew by the light of her smiling, 
 She was wea^^ing a tissue of dreams, 
 
 A web of a million of fancies, 
 
 Illuming her life with their gleams ; 
 
 That she saw the far future before her 
 O'ertinted with halcyon beams. 
 
 I did not disturb her with questions, 
 
 Nor mar those sweet thoughts with n»y own, 
 
 For the sunlight that played with her fancies 
 From heavenly pathways had flown, 
 
 And she wound them in hues of the rainbow, 
 As she sat in the noonday alone. 
 
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WEAVING. 
 
 And soon when the shadows had fallen, 
 An old man with grey-silvered hair ' 
 
 Was weaving a tissue of visions 
 In the gloan3ing that fell on him there; 
 
 And his thoughts were like hues of the evening, 
 In the chamber so ghostly and bare. 
 
 I knew hy the lines on his temples, 
 And by the wan smiles on his face, 
 
 That from the dead past he was calling • 
 A host of regrets from their place: 
 
 And so he tept weaving his sorrows, 
 In a dream that was mournful to trace. 
 
 And thus we are weaving forever 
 
 Our hopes, our regrets, and our fears, 
 
 And time soon dispels every vision 
 Or we summon them back with our tears; 
 
 And still we are none of us wiser. 
 As we glide thro' life's current of years ! 
 
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WORK. 
 
 Arise from your dreamy slumber, 
 
 And with stalwart heart go forth, 
 And be you one of the number, 
 Brave workers here on earth. 
 
 Tho' the world is wide. 
 
 There is room beside 
 For those who are staunch and true ; 
 
 So be at your post 
 
 'Mid the busy host. 
 For there's work for you to do. 
 
 It is no time to be dreaming, 
 
 When the workers abroad are gone, 
 
 So throw off your sloth and seeming 
 And with vigorous arms ply on j 
 For the sun is high 
 And there comes a cry 
 
 That the laborers still are few; 
 So make the most 
 Of tho time, and beast 
 
 That there 's work for you to do. 
 
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WORK. 
 
 There are forests to clear before you, 
 There are fields to plow and sow, * 
 And the sunlight is streaming o'er 'you 
 That your labors may thrive and grow • 
 
 So murmur a song 
 
 While your voice is strong 
 And your heart is ready and true. 
 
 And thank your God 
 
 On the fruitful sod 
 That there 's work for you to do. 
 
 Let the miser boast of his hoard of gold, 
 
 Let riches and care keep pace : 
 In the works of your hand there is worth untold, 
 And joy in the toilsome race; 
 
 There is vigorous health 
 
 In your life's true wealth. 
 Not prized by an indolent few- 
 
 So in grief or glee 
 
 Let your watchword be 
 That there 's work for you to do. 
 
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A GAME OF CARDS. 
 
 Come love, where the fire light gleams on the walls, 
 
 Let me sit where thy glances meet mine, 
 While warm on the heart, like the rays on the floor, 
 
 The light of thy sweet looks shall shine ; 
 And love, for a change let life's serious game, 
 
 Forgotten and lost in thy smile. 
 Be changed to a lighter and pleasanter sport, 
 
 To charm our attention awhile. 
 
 First shuffle the cards and deal mo a hand 
 
 And not a dark card by mistake, 
 Tho' fortune is changeful, we must not complain, 
 
 Whatever she gives we must take ; 
 And tho' I suspect all the trumps are not mine, 
 
 I need not endeavor to prove 
 The man is a trump who can win with poor cards 
 
 Tho gift of a true maiden's love. 
 
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 ^ A GAME OF CAKDS. 
 
 The honors yoli hold in your hand, by and by 
 
 These points to your game I'll annex, 
 For no one can ever deprive you of them ; 
 
 They are yours by the right of your sex ! 
 Don't play all your diamonds, their lustre can't fade, 
 
 For diamonds must win in the main. 
 And yet I will hold to the true suit of hearts, 
 
 Though the world calls the play poor and vain. 
 
 "iou've made all the tricks by a woman's finesse, 
 
 Save one by mistake which you passed, 
 With ill luck on my side, I still persevered. 
 
 And kept my best card for the last j 
 I've won the game fairly, but what have I won ? 
 
 I played not, a poor skill to prove ; 
 And surely it was not for money ; 'twas naught 
 
 But a game in real earnest for love 1 
 
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SHADOW. 
 
 His voice was hoarse and loud ; 
 And in earnest tones he beckoned and Me me turn and 
 
 see 
 
 A dark and ominous shadow, that was gathering over me. 
 
 I looked — and saw a crowd 
 Of busy, noisy workers, who, with hand and heart and 
 brain 
 
 Were dreaming not of shadows, but of schemes, and toil 
 and gain j 
 So I said, his words were vain, 
 'Twas a fancy of his brain. 
 
 He bade me look once more : 
 
 Then, all the throng had vanished and the star-girt, saintlv 
 night *r 
 
 Was spreading, o'er the skies of God, vast tracks of endless 
 light; 
 The heaven was tasselled o'er 
 With solemn gleams of splendor ; so I raised my eyes above 
 And said, '' There were no shadows in the glory of God's 
 love ;" 
 So I told him then again, 
 *Twas a fancy of his brain. 
 
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SHADOW. 
 
 He bade me glance again : 
 As glowing Morn was peeping through the folds of duskj 
 
 Night. 
 I said — my visions teeming with a gush of new-born light,— 
 
 *•' You surely speak in vain : 
 Upon the paths of Morning, walk the angels Love and 
 
 Truth, 
 And God bestrews no shadow o'er the thrilling hours of 
 youth ; 
 So your words are surely vain, 
 'Tis a fancy of your brain." 
 
 When lo ! I gazed on him. 
 And wonder rooted me to earth ; for on the cold, stark 
 
 ground, 
 Nigh where he stood, a stealthy, boding shadow crept 
 around, — 
 His world was dark and dim. 
 I said, " Behold the shadow of your thought which hovers 
 
 near I 
 Through this, all things are shadowed in your monrnful 
 atmosphere ; 
 So, I've proved your words are vain, 
 'Tis a fancy of your brain." 
 
 
 Look up, desponding one 1 
 And muse not of life's evils, nor of heart-consuming care, 
 Tl'or these will bring a shadow that will haunt thee every- 
 whcro J 
 
BHADOW. 
 
 Bat deem all things are done 
 For everlasting good on earth, through God's far-reaching 
 
 sight, 
 That darkness only dwells with him, who shuns His truth 
 and light, 
 And then — from off thy heart 
 The shadow will depart. 
 
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 SUNLIGHT. 
 
 A sunbeam, once, in jovial mood, 
 
 Half loitered on its way, 
 And roamed among earth's pleasant nooks, 
 
 But knew not where to stay ; 
 It kissed the blushing, grateful flowers, 
 
 And lit my dear love's face 
 With sweetest smiles, then sped along. 
 
 And danced from place to place. 
 
 It stole within a lowly cot 
 
 And shone upon Despair, 
 Where'er a shadow blurred the way 
 
 It seemed to linger there ; 
 It blessed the face of Poverty, 
 
 And sanctified its blight ; 
 And on the wall, some urchins strove 
 
 To grasp it with delight I 
 
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BUNLianr. 
 
 It nerved despondent Age to step 
 
 Again, in jouthful pride ; 
 Where'er the hopeful spirit dwelt, 
 
 It seemed to flit and glide. 
 It made the mountain path less steep, 
 
 And smoothed the rocks hard by j 
 It stilled a mother's phrenzied grief, 
 
 And hushed a lover's sigh. 
 
 When lo I I overtook the gleam, 
 
 This child of Hope and Youth, 
 The heaven-born angel sent to guard 
 
 The starry gates of Truth. 
 But as I strove to fix my grasp 
 
 Upon its presence there, 
 The transient ray, impalpable, 
 
 Had melted into airt 
 
 And yet the pure and aerial beam 
 
 Flitting, like time, away. 
 Doth live upon this solid globe, 
 
 To be man's guide and stay ; 
 So let us strive to firmly grasp, 
 
 And keep it near our heart, 
 So that if we are reft of all. 
 
 The sunbeam won't depart 
 
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 RpMwg„tliroiigli the tide of agea, 
 
 Through dark, shadowy waves of .yeare, 
 Linked with names of prophet^agea, 
 Rings a name through history's pages, 
 Sweet as miisic to our ears. ' 
 
 Clad in radiance, like her spirit, 
 
 Loveliest, 'mid a lovely host. 
 Pure as heaven she hoped to merit. 
 Came this maiden to inherit * 
 
 Queenly power, that Vashti lost. 
 
 Loyal and true, he;? npble natuf%, 
 
 Kept the secret of her race ; 
 While her faith in Go^d did,|«ach,|i«ir, 
 That His endless love would reach her 
 
 Evermore, in every place. 
 
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And ^cif ttodf^ir cldiiafs d!d'l6i»^ij 
 O'er the landi of Perfee and Me%, 
 
 So that Haman*s difeftil pb^er, 
 
 lif a datfc'rfevengeful hour, 
 Swblre ddstruCtibri to h'dr'cbfeij/ 
 
 And when desolate cries Were ringing 
 
 Tliroiigh the cities far and wide, 
 Bdfifier's love and fuith were bringing ' 
 tii)pes, that to her spirit clinging, ^ 
 Made her turn' to Giod, her guided 
 
 And her pleasures from her castings' 
 
 With her maids she knelt in prayer. 
 And for three long days, they, fasting, 
 Called on God the Everlasting 
 To protect her people there. 
 
 Trembling then, and lowly-hearted, 
 Favors from the king she sought, 
 And her kindred's wrongs imparted, 
 Till her supplications thwarted 
 All the evils Haman brought. 
 
 Therefore, is her sweet name dearer, 
 
 As the dim years hurry by. 
 To our hearts and homes brought nearw, 
 As our future brightens clearer. 
 
 And old troubles fade and die I 
 
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 Through the ages dim and hoary, 
 
 Through long suffering, dreary years, 
 Sweeter than a poet's story, 
 Crowned with more than martyr's glory 
 Esther's name, a star* appears. 
 
 And our trust in God shall arm us 
 
 With a strength, like Lers of yore, 
 Then no Amalek's son shall harm us, 
 While her name still lives to charm us 
 Ih its beauty evermore I 
 
 ♦ The name of "Esther" ia Hebrew signifies a "star* 
 
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ONLY A PLANK. 
 
 Only a plank between us — 
 Between the steamer and land ; 
 
 And a farewell word is spoken 
 
 In the grasp of each outstretched hand. 
 
 A din of trade around us, 
 
 And the noise of the dusty street, 
 
 And a buzz of numerous voices, 
 And the rush of numerous feet. 
 
 And the river flows beneath us, 
 And the whistle moans aloud, 
 
 And the vaporous steam that rolls along. 
 Seems a passing mist or cloud. 
 
 And the plank that was between us 
 
 Is silently moved away, 
 And the restless river bears them on, 
 
 While, lingering near, we stay. 
 
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 ONLY A PLANK. 
 
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 Our parting; looks arc blessings 
 That God may guard them well j 
 
 But when and where we shall meet again, 
 None but God can tell. 
 
 The fervid glow of the sunset 
 
 Has softly faded away, 
 And shadows seem to cling and fall 
 
 Upon our earthly way. 
 
 Uncertain glimmerings on the heart— 
 
 And a sense of mystery, 
 That every path is vague and dim 
 
 Upon life's treacherous sea j 
 
 That doubts and fears assail us, 
 
 And darkness and dismay : 
 And the plank between the now and ever, 
 
 May soon be moved away. 
 
 Only a plank that severs 
 
 Our dearest hopes and fears ; 
 And the present passing from us, 
 
 And the unknown future years. 
 
 And still wo linger beside it, 
 And dear friends come and go ; 
 
 And the restless river of life flows on, 
 To a land, no mortal may know. 
 
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MY DARLINGS. 
 
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 Gathelr rontiA me, liappy children; 
 
 Let me share your sports awhile. 
 While the festive Summer gluddfeAl 
 
 / !1 your radiance with her smile ; 
 Haste my darlings, let the sunligM 
 
 Of your natures warm my heart*, 
 And the sad thoughts, crowding r<i"' 
 
 Will on noiseless wing depart. 
 
 Live within the narrow circles 
 
 Of my visions, wan and dini — 
 And your looks will give a meanibf 
 
 To this fervent, artless hymn : 
 Hasten— for the sombre shado\(rS 
 
 Even now have sped away ; 
 For the prattle of my darling^ 
 
 Mdkes my life a holiday. 
 
 What deep meaning in your lispingh I 
 
 Wisdom in your arch replies I 
 E'en the flow'rets smile in wondof; 
 
 Pleasure in their gentle eyes ; 
 While the nir around you, darlingB, 
 
 Over-loaded with your love, 
 Wafts a tenderer glow to nature I 
 
 Purer tints of heaven above I 
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 MY DARLINGS. 
 
 God haa placed you all, my darlings, 
 
 On this sin-pressed earth to-day, 
 That your pure and sweet out-pourings, 
 
 Might be music on our way • 
 For ye are the links that bind us 
 
 To the Heaven we cannot see. 
 Till we find it mirrored, darlings, 
 
 In your soul's sweet purity ! 
 
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 Blight may come upon the harvest. 
 
 Taint may steal amid the air, 
 But a light of angel brightness ' 
 
 Gleameth where my darlings are I 
 Love me-and the world is better. 
 
 Brighter, purer than it seems, 
 Glowing, as the Land of Promise, 
 
 Haunting Israel's fitful dreams'l 
 
 May God's blessings on my darlings 
 
 Fall where'er their footsteps press, 
 Till the summer air rejoiceth 
 
 With their glee and gladsomeness ! 
 Till the waning skies of even, 
 
 And morn's tenderer loveliness, 
 Shall bo hallowed with revealings ' 
 
 Of my dariings' happiness I 
 
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TWILIGHT. 
 
 I asked the hallowed twilight, 
 What made its rays so sweet ; 
 
 " The pulses of the day," it said, 
 " No longer wildly beat. 
 
 And the beauty of my smile has grown 
 From noonday's glare and heat." 
 
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 I asked a grey — pale iuortal, 
 
 What sanctified his life ; 
 " It's passionate dawn," he answered, 
 
 " With tumult has been rife, 
 Aad so its twilight calm is born 
 
 From glare and feverish strife." 
 
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 FALSEI 
 
 She stands bj her lonely window, 
 
 And the maze of b - e^olden hair 
 Is streaming, like gldam. , he darkiifesft 
 
 That closely encircles hei ihere— 
 And ihe stars seem npbtaiding her saclly, 
 
 As they gaze on th6 snowy breasi, 
 T^t heaves witli an inward strug^le^ 
 
 With a vague and a wild unrest. 
 
 She plighted her troth : she has broke it j 
 
 Her deep vows are sundered for o'et • 
 The darkness shall harbor her Pecret, 
 
 Her love that is shattered in air : 
 She has bowed to the golden idol j 
 
 A puppet is hers to adore, 
 A simpering creature of fashion, 
 
 Tc cherish and love evermore. 
 
 The breeze with a rippling murmur, 
 Sends music to sweeten the uight. 
 
 The flowers are charmed in their slumbers, 
 And dream of the morn's golden light I 
 
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FALSB. 
 
 While she hears but a jingling clamor 
 Of waltzes and polkas,— a din 
 
 That echoes the strife in her bosom, 
 And wakes the regretting within. 
 
 Again she seems whirled in the ball-room, 
 
 'Mid its gaudy glitter and light, 
 And her life looks us false as its tinsel, 
 
 And dark as the fathomless night ; 
 And cold are the dread stars above h«r, 
 
 As they gaze on that bosom of snow ! 
 And colder the night winds around hw, 
 
 Made chill with dark hints of hor woe. 
 
 Oh, enter thy lonely future, 
 
 With a heart that is callous and cold, 
 And pass through a show of existence, 
 
 Surrounded with glare and with gold ; 
 The poet may gather the sunshine, 
 
 And fold to his heart fairest flowers, 
 But the falseness of life makes the shadows 
 
 That bring man his oare-laden hovr». 
 
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 SUNDOWN IN THE CITY. 
 
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 Murmurous echoes flood the air 
 And dreamily hold their sway, 
 
 And a dim, pale radiance marks the trail 
 The ebb of receding day. 
 
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 The lull of human clamor, 
 
 Surcease of toil and care, 
 Soften to mellow music 
 
 The din in the frosty air. 
 
 The wreaths of smoke uneasily curl 
 
 Amid the hills around. 
 White, as the cloudy track of snow 
 
 Upon the wintry ground. 
 
 And earth-bound shadows floating, 
 
 Sink and cross our way, 
 Like gloomy memories scattered 
 
 From the slowly-fading day. 
 
 But far in the wide horizon, 
 
 A light of amber and gold, 
 A banner of heavenly splendor, 
 
 To the vision is unrolled. 
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SUNDOWN IN THE CITY. 
 
 Until the ethereal radiance, 
 
 Drifting along the sky, 
 Is dimly blent with gauzy cloud| 
 
 Or faintly pales to die. 
 
 A chastened, waning light above I 
 
 A shadowy calm below ! 
 "While the weary throng with silent tramp, 
 
 Like shadows, come and go. 
 
 For sun may gild and cloud may dim 
 
 Our human range of sky, 
 And yet in twilight hues they merge. 
 
 In twilight calm they die ! 
 
 Until the star-robed night descends, 
 And, with soft and mute caress. 
 
 Winds her arms o'er the sorrowing earth 
 With a mother's tenderness I 
 
 Making the evening hush complete, 
 And the drowsy murmurs cease. 
 
 So that we thank our God for gloom, 
 That brings us rest and peace I . 
 
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 WHO CARES? 
 
 We plod and dream and grieve and sing^. 
 And sow and reap and gather tares, 
 
 We hoard what seems a priceless thing: 
 It turns out dross—and no one cares. 
 
 The busy, restless world moves on, 
 Each centered on his own affairs ; 
 
 Men seem to have a heart of stone 
 For those who fail— for no one cares. 
 
 We love— the iddl soon grows cold 
 The dearly prized, Time never spares; 
 
 The skies are streaked with faded gold, * 
 But no one heeds,— and no one cares. 
 
 Our purest di^eams have something bas6 ; 
 
 Men's secret motives, no one bares- 
 With shams they seek preferment's platfe, 
 
 But no one heeds,— for no one cares. ' 
 
 The sunlight drifts upon our way. 
 We fear the noonday's fervid glares • 
 
 The scowling Night pursues the day. 
 And leaves us dark— and no one careB. 
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WHO CARES? 
 
 And every joy, regret doth pale ; 
 
 Our strong hopes change to wild despairs; 
 Unheard, each pipes his favourite wail, 
 
 But no one heeds — and no one cares. 
 
 Our griefs we hide, our gladness feign ; 
 
 The face of Joy, palo Sorrow wears, 
 And, like a miser, hoards her pain, 
 
 For no one heeds— and no one cares. 
 
 BeantMig ^nd fraok, Dishonor stalks 
 And blights pure flowers unawares ; 
 
 l^ifHtrCringe before him in their walks^^ 
 AiX^ none condemns, — for no one cares. 
 
 Men crouch and beg and curse and scoff, 
 And onqe a week scan various prayers/r— 
 
 The serious dream, the vaeant laugh; 
 Bat no one heeds, — and no one cares. 
 
 And Time relentless hurries forth^ 
 And ruthless Death unheeding bears 
 
 AD4(}ii<^^ ^^^ memories in the earth t 
 Tha.w^rld waga onn-and< no one owMki 
 
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 UNDER THE MAPLE TREE. 
 
 Under the maple tree, 
 "With tuneful voice of glee, 
 The choristers near, without tremulous fear, 
 
 May echo our heart-stirring song, 
 That syllables praise, through the long summer days; 
 - When thy leaf-crested branches, strong 
 Are waving aloft. 
 To the music soft. 
 That we sing to the maplo tree, 
 To the beautiful maple tree. 
 
 Under the maple tree, 
 
 That veils thy eyes from me, — 
 would that their lustre might fall and alight- 
 On the heart now beating for thee I — 
 The shadowy gloom, may betoken my doom. 
 And the rustling sound, mocking glee ; 
 
 A jest or a scoff, 
 
 A coquettish laugh, 
 That I hear 'neath the maple tree, 
 'Neath the beautiful maple treo. 
 
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UNDER THE MAPLE TREE. 
 
 Under the maple tree, 
 That spreads its arms for me, 
 I sit in the shade of a calm mossy glade ; 
 
 And longing for rest, lay me down, 
 Or wondering muse, in the cool evening dewSj 
 
 Of the buzz of the babbling town — 
 The strife and the din, 
 That steals not within 
 
 The folds of this dear maple tree, 
 
 Of this beautiful maple tree. 
 
 Under the maple tree, 
 With joyful hearts and free, 
 We'll boast in our pride, of our land, far and wide, 
 
 In glorious, thanksgiving song ; 
 For our hearts are as true as the heavenly blue. 
 
 As our hopes and our arms are strong. 
 So let old and young, 
 With prayer on each tongue, 
 
 Praise their God for the maple tree, 
 
 For the beautiful maple tree. 
 
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 THE TRAVELLER AND THE TREE. 
 
 (From the Talmud.) 
 
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 A lonely man once dwelt on earth, 
 
 Who never seemed to know 
 The daily purpose of his life 
 
 On this fair earth below ; 
 His cravings had no clear intent, 
 
 He never owned a friend. 
 And all his veering, dreamy thoughts 
 
 Had neither aim nor end. 
 
 In changeful mood, as was his wont, 
 
 One day he roamed afa», 
 Without a guide to point his steps, 
 
 Without a beacon star : 
 When lo I at noonday's hour he spied 
 
 A tall and stately tree 
 With leaf-fringed boughs, that towered high 
 
 To heaven in majesty ! 
 
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 THE TEAVELLER AND THE TREE. 
 
 The perfumed breeze that fanned and lulled 
 
 Its myriad leaves asleep, 
 Breathed sweetly o'er his moody soul 
 
 A slumber calm and deep. 
 Upon the dainty grass beneath 
 
 He closed his weary eyes, 
 And the pure air did waft him dreams 
 
 Of summer sweets and skies. 
 
 
 He woke refreshed and recognized 
 
 The music of his dream. 
 In nature's jubilant melody 
 
 That issued from a stream ; 
 He slaked his thirst and blessed the place, 
 
 Nor felt he then forlorn. 
 For his lone heart rebounded high 
 
 With gratitude new-born. 
 
 Then calling on the tree, he said — 
 
 What blessings more can Heaven 
 Lavish upon a regal tree, 
 
 To whom all joys are given. 
 Thy blissful life, from grief and care 
 
 And doubt, is surely free ; 
 The dower of leave^ which decks thy form 
 
 Is God's fair tracery ! 
 
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THE TRAVELLER AND THE T&EE. 
 
 " For thee a gushing, mturmurons rill 
 
 Is singing low and sweet, 
 And birds are nestlfng in thy boughs^ 
 
 And warbling at thy feet : 
 Thou shelter'st many a nest of young 
 
 Among thy twigs of green, 
 While heaven 'mid thy clustering leaves 
 
 Pours down a glorious sheen I 
 
 " Beneath thy shade the weary sit, 
 
 To rest upon their way, 
 While the soft chorus of thy leaves 
 
 Wafts fretful care away : 
 The summer hoards its joys for thoe, 
 
 No winter makes thee cold ; 
 Thy sturdy nature brooks the storm. 
 
 Defiant, brave and bold I 
 
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 " And every joy that God can bring, 
 
 Is strewn on thee from Heaven, 
 And all to glad thy peaceful lot. 
 
 His bounteous hand hath given. 
 One bliss can only yet be thine, 
 
 richly dowered tree I 
 Upon thy offshoots may He oast 
 
 The blessings showered on thee." 
 
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SONG. 
 
 O darling sister ! pray for me : 
 
 Thy whispered prayers I need, 
 Thy thoughts of angel p\iri«,y 
 
 On angel tracks shall speed ; 
 And God thy childish voice may hear, 
 
 And from His Heavenly throne 
 May scatter hope-like song to cheer^ — 
 
 Sweet lispings like thine own. 
 
 darling sister ! pray for me : 
 
 Thy prayerful love ascends, 
 And, like a seraph's harmony, 
 
 With earth's rude music blends ; 
 The gatliering host of grovelling cares. 
 
 By thy pure prayers to-day, 
 Have taken passage unawares 
 
 And fled in dreams away 1 
 
 O darling sister ! pray for me : 
 
 God hearkens to each word, 
 And angel wings shall waft to thee 
 
 A melody unheard — 
 A whisper of the Almighty's care, 
 
 A sweet response from Heaven, 
 An answering tone to every prayer, 
 
 Sincerely, purely given. 
 
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 OLD LETTERg. 
 
 Don't burn them— they preach love and wisdom. 
 
 Of life's purest joys they are part j 
 I read loving mem'ries within them, 
 
 Deeply traced on the scroll of the heart. 
 Don't burn them— the past fades too swiftly, 
 
 I let these dim treasures remain ; 
 Faint records of life's fleeting moments 
 
 That the heart yearns to scan o'er a^ain. 
 
 I gaze at a heart's fond confession, 
 
 And tears blind my eyes as I read ; 
 It breathes love ! well, well, it don't matter, 
 
 Some hearts, 'tis ordained, are to bleed. 
 Such letters I'll fold uncomplaining, 
 
 And lock them away from the sight, 
 The bitterness folded forever, 
 
 Regrets looked in stillness and night. 
 
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 OLD LETTERS. 
 
 These lines, touched with Time's shrivell'd fingers, 
 
 Are yellow and dim, like dead leaves ; 
 Yet the light of remembrance glows o'er them, 
 
 Like rays that make golden the sheaves. 
 The letters, though blurred, arc not faded, 
 
 But speak like an old tender strain, 
 That flashes at once, when its music 
 
 We strive to recall, but in vain ! 
 
 Don't burn them — they speak mystic wisdom 
 
 That sermons or lore cannot teach, 
 And from the vague twilight of memory, 
 
 Deep lessons of comfort they preach : 
 They cling to hard rocks of existence, 
 
 Like mosses deep rooted for e'er, 
 Made green with the years that pass o'er them, 
 
 Though sorrow or ruin be there ! 
 
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 These letters are links that bind closer 
 
 The heart to the dead, buried years ; * 
 Why scatter in dust and in ashes 
 
 The relics that memory endears ? 
 Our hopes may not ripen like blossoms, 
 
 Regrets prove that past joys are vain ; 
 But there's truth in these dumb, agcNd treasures 
 
 That the heart loves to scan o'er again. 
 
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STARLIGHT. 
 
 
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 myriad hosts of stars ! — innumerable 
 As heavenly mercies on a sin-stained earth ; 
 Unchanging as the God who gave ye birth ; 
 Your flashing splendors indescribable 
 As the minutest wonder of His might, 
 Or snow-flakes circling in the stormy air ; 
 Vast as the Infinite One who set ye where 
 Your rndiance is illimitable, — 
 Ye are the jewels of eternity ! 
 Our vision cannot penetrate your rays, 
 For all your dazzling glories dim our sight ; 
 In child-like wondnr we can only gaze, — 
 In reverence cast our narrow glance on ye. 
 And feel our littleness, and God's immensity ! 
 
 clustered glories in the depths of Heaven, 
 Eternal beacons in a measureless way. 
 The glittering gems upon the brow of even, 
 Crowning the Night with peace and sanctity ! 
 Your everlasting light is but a ray 
 That emanates from God, who sent ye forth 
 Upon your fixed, illimitable path. 
 The mystery of your far-off" ceaseless light, 
 Perchance, has been revealed to angels' sight, 
 Who praise ye in a loud exultant strain. 
 Your great effulgence man doth dimly see ; 
 And yet, ye do not shine on him in vain. 
 If in your endless glow he spells eternity, 
 And reads his being's immortality t 
 
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 Haunted with one idea, he had no peace. 
 At first a cloudy speck that paced his mind, 
 Until it slowly grew to great dimensions. 
 It close beset him in his wakefulness, 
 It entered in the visions of the night ; 
 Until he reeled and staggered with its weight. 
 At first, a misty shape, as undefinable 
 As racks of storm-cloud in a distant sky ; 
 Then taking form and outline, in his mind 
 It stood revealed, a beautiful conception. 
 
 Taking a marble block to carve his dream, 
 The sculptor hot with eagerness, — intent 
 To chisel loveliness from callous stone, 
 Frigid as glaciers on the Alpine Hills — 
 His dark eyes flashing forth an inner light 
 Reflected from the vision in his soul. 
 Began the self-imposed and wondrous task. 
 The hot noon glared upon him as he struck 
 The shapeless block, and made deformity, 
 Bough and uncouth, more hideous eeem 
 
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 In contrast with the splendor of his thought. 
 The dusty splinters, like a shower of hail, 
 Flew madly round, until the ambient air 
 Trembled with reverberating shocks of sound, 
 Like pine wood crackling 'neath an angry flame. 
 The keen-edged chisel never swerved : ainon 
 The worker paused and stared upon his work — 
 Upon the clefts and fissures of the stone — 
 Like one aroused from blissful dream, who shakes 
 The slumber from his eyes, nor yet perceives 
 The cold reality of wakefulness. 
 
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 But soon the reaolute purpose nerved his arm, — 
 The arm that never flagged, except it dropped 
 In weariness ; — and when Night trod the earth, 
 And with her dusky splendor folded all, 
 Her sanctity and beauty sent a hush 
 Within the sculptor's soul, imbued his sleep 
 "With lovely shapes, that bore a perfect semblance 
 To what he sought tc carve from shapeless stone. . 
 
 The busy days, made earnest with his task. 
 And sunned with light of joyful effort. 
 Glided, like dimpled waves upon a sea. 
 And soon there slowly issued from the block 
 A rolling mass of locks, that curled and coiled, 
 Like to a maze of wild and hardy vines — 
 In folds of rich luxuriance ; these the sun 
 Glimmered upon, and made them golden-tinted. 
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 Toucht a burnished tress, and in his joy 
 The hue and gloss was real ! — until the chill, 
 Piercing his heart disturbed the fantasy ; 
 Like one, who in the gay and flaunting world 
 With death and awful woe stands face to face, 
 Transfixed aghast in sad and solemn awe, 
 So stood the worker stern and motionless. 
 The real did smite his sweet ideal to dust ; 
 Or else, a thought was thrust upon him then. 
 That human effort, earnest and severe. 
 May prove a bittei failure, or else lack 
 The recompense which vigorous toil should yield. 
 He did not moan complaint, nor fold his hands 
 ' In idleness, desponding listlessly, 
 But fixed his inward gaze upon the end. 
 Upon the full completion of hip aim ; 
 And so his large desire stifled doubt 
 And vivified his almost halting purpose. 
 And when along the east crept the pale Dawn, 
 Dim with a wealth of glory unrevealed, 
 A perfect brow, unsullied, without fleck — 
 Spotless as virgin lilies, when they bloom 
 Alone, upon the margin of a lake. 
 Where soilure cannot mar their purity — 
 Rose from the stone : the calm and majesty 
 Of intellect dwelt in its loftiness. 
 As if it locked within its silent depths 
 Intelligence divine, or wondrous thought 
 Of that fine quality and subtle texture 
 Dowered to woman ; while the waves of hair 
 
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 Clung to the head in graceful fold and curl, \a 
 And wrapt, and nearly hid the clear cat ear 
 Impearled and undulating as a shell. 
 A delicate arch of forehead stamped a grace 
 Upon the chiselled front, that might have heen 
 Fit dwelling-place for aspirations high, — 
 A pure, unconscious seat of lovely hopes, - ' 
 
 To soar, and chasten all they touch upon. 
 Like one surprised at sudden joyful news, 
 The sculptor gazed, entranced, upon his work ; 
 And blissful consciousness of sure success, 
 The certain progress of a high endeavor. 
 Beautified and warmed with seeming life, 
 The cold resemblance of his marvellous dream. 
 And secret joy, quivering in his heart. 
 And throbbing in his veins, flashed in his eyes ; 
 And all the thrilling tumult bursting forth, 
 With rush impetuous, found a sudden vent 
 In a wild kiss upon the marble brow 1 
 
 The short-lived ecstasy in flame expired ; 
 And calmer as he brooded o^er the end. 
 He clutched the chisel with a sense of power ; 
 And soon, the eyes, blank, fixed, yet beautiful, 
 Folded in sleep, as if the perfect hush 
 Of even-tide in summer — when the flowers 
 Drowse in blissful languor — lay upon them, 
 Shadowed his dream : again an aching sense 
 Of tortuous incompleteness in his work, 
 Like a dim gathering portent which disturbSi 
 
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 Imbued his mind with vague uneasiness* > 
 
 The icy blankness of the eyes, like death, 
 Bulled the sweet marvel of their perfect shape^ 
 And cast a baleful shade upon his thought. 
 His doubt soon broadened to a dark distrust ; 
 And so, he fled his task and sought the Nights 
 No fretful scowl disturbed her brow serene. . c, 
 Her darkness veiled the light of countless worlds 
 Boiling in space, in paths illimitable; 
 Her awful gloom revealed sublimity. 
 As if Qod*B ^lory shadowed all the earth ! r>. 
 And so, the solemn dark, invoked a calm 
 Within his soul, and the vague, riotous doubts, 
 Like fading mists that upward roll to Heaven, 
 Were lost in reverential awe and prayer. 
 
 And soon, a delicate curve of nostril, arched, 
 Defined with subtle sensitiveness to breathe 
 The faintest exhalation of the flowers, 
 And yet, superbly moulded, curved in pride, 
 As if it bore patrician's lofty stamp. 
 Dwelt on the stone. Then slowly rose the mouth, 
 Whose closed lips were richly rounded o£f, 
 And full of pouting, dimpled loveliness. 
 They seemed as if a touch of love might warm 
 Their chilly aspect with the sweets and glow 
 Of rose-buds waking to the breath of June I 
 Or if the gushing trill of summer birds 
 Piercing the fervid air with notes of bliss, 
 Might stir their rigidness in sympathy, 
 
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 To pour aloud a maiden's sparkling song. 
 And as, 'tis said, the truest harmony, 
 The elixir of all music — is a sound 
 That issues from the growing forest trees, 
 The mellowed loveliness upon the face, 
 Advancing into absolute perfection, 
 And ripening in the curves upon the chin,. 
 Sent to the sculptor's eager, charmed ear 
 Faint chords of dreamful music -, so he rose 
 And, wonder-stricken, wrapt in ecstasy. 
 Met the dim Twilight braided with a woof 
 Of shadowy splendor, blending with her smile, 
 The passionate blaze of sundown in the sky 
 To a calm haze — which made the stillness sweet. 
 The gaunt and misty sha(fows of the woods. 
 The soft, pale outlines of the slumberous trees, 
 Took new and sweeter aspects from the dream 
 Imaged upon the stone ; and tremulous sounds 
 Of lisping waterfalls were toned with joy ; 
 And the pale Evening bared her gentle heart. 
 And mutely sympathized with human thought, 
 Enfolding deeper calm around his soul. 
 
 And when the jocund Morning veiled the night. 
 And sat enthroned upon the dome of heaven. 
 To scatter dewy pearls and viewless sweets 
 Upon the awaiting earth : the rounded lines 
 Of blue-capped mountains in etherial skies, 
 Reflecting gracefulness upon his mind. 
 Inspired his dream to mould upon the stone 
 
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 The wavy beauty of the regal neck, 
 
 Superbly and yet delicately arched; 
 
 The rounded fulness of the ripening breast, 
 
 Half-hidden 'mid a flow of drapery ; 
 
 The rich voluptuous outlines of the arms, 
 
 Which rose and fell in perfect curvatures, 
 
 Until they tapered to the dainty hands. 
 
 So finely shaped and exquisitively small 
 
 That 'twixt their grasp they might have fitly held 
 
 The unseen odor winging from a flower 
 
 Before its myriad molecules fill the air ! 
 
 And as the worker neared his final aim, 
 The dizzy rapture of accomplishment 
 Fired his arm to unremitting toil ; 
 And, like a miser clutching at his hoard. 
 He wrapt his gaze upon the marbled dream, 
 Folding the sweet assurance to his soul 
 Of its reality ; then plodded on 
 With woman's patience of minute detail. 
 And sacred Love, which clothes unslemly shapes 
 With loveliness divine, infused a charm 
 Unutterable upon the limbs unfolding, 
 And glorified and freed the chiselled dream 
 From the thick trammels of the sculptor's thought, 
 Enveloping with angel sanctity. 
 And draping with a fine harmonious grace 
 The image which stood forth achieved, complete, 
 In perfect loveliness of womanhood ! 
 
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 And, as in olden times, unlettered men,— 
 With vague and mystic faith, nndimmed 
 By mazy doubts of creeds, — ^paid reverence 
 To the great source of light, the sculptor knelt 
 With silent awe before the imaged dream, 
 And BO he worshipped, till beneath his gaze 
 It seemed to grow more pure and lovelier. 
 And soon his homage merged to passionate love, 
 Which took a deeper root within his soul, 
 Asserting dominant sway, and making all 
 Subservient to its strange subduing power. 
 And thus, his vision's cold embodiment 
 Sent flames of ardor thrilling to his heart. 
 But when the burden of his mighty love 
 Made him as speechless as the pulseless stone, 
 And drove him to it, in a phrenzied fume. 
 To lock the frigid hands within his own — 
 To seal his lips upon the cold chaste brow ; 
 The icy marble, like a serpent's fangs. 
 Pierced his lone heart with sense of crushing pain ; 
 And when die pallid Dawn encompassed earth. 
 It goaded to despair his racking thought. 
 For the dumb senseless block of loveliness, 
 Which never could impart return of love, 
 Seemed in its aspect to his desolate soul 
 Gold as a murderous thought, or white as Hate 
 Awaking to revenge, and blank as Scorn, 
 If Scorn's unlovely stare could ever last. 
 But when lone Midnight's hush was audible, 
 And beat responsive to the sculptor's heart, 
 
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 A low voice murmured to his troubled soul, 
 
 Like gentle winds upon a turbid sea : 
 
 '' The golden sunbeams warmed with heaven's glow, 
 
 Can never give what Qod can only give ; 
 
 No passionate look can make the marble breathe ; 
 
 No human ardor kindles stone to life ; 
 
 The summer rains and fervid heats, in vain 
 
 Beat on a desert, sterile waste of sand, 
 
 Which cannot yield a blade of living green — 
 
 Man fashions stone, — ^but God bestows the soul. 
 
 Art coldly smiles, the sprit warmly speaks, 
 
 And imperfection's taint which clings to man. 
 
 The mildew on his narrow heart and mind. 
 
 Mingles with all his deeds and mars their worth, 
 
 The soul alone imparts their bveliness." 
 
 And as the murmur blended with his dream 
 
 The sculptor hungered for the heavenly soul, 
 
 To make the cold perfection breathe and live. 
 
 To fill the senseless block with light divine, 
 
 So that dumb loveliness might speak, and wake 
 
 To rapturous life ; in vain he breathed his prayer. 
 
 No blushing warmth of life stole o'er the face, 
 
 Sweet as the tint U|^)on an apple bloom, 
 
 Or touched the pouting lips with ruby glow. 
 
 No lustrous eyes revealed p. tenderness. 
 
 Or flashed responsive radiance to his love, 
 
 The marble image stood, a monument 
 
 Of dead perfection, lovely lovelessness, 
 
 Devoid of all which gives a human thought 
 
 An infinite beauty and a charm divine I 
 
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 I hear the sobbing rain, 
 
 As if the Heavens weep at Autumn's breath ; 
 I see the leaves of SummeT fall again, 
 
 Their beauty changed in death. 
 
 The idle wind is still, 
 
 A spectral vapour haunts the barren earth ; 
 Upon our teeming joys there oomes a chill — 
 
 The chill of Winter's dearth. 
 
 What if the tinted woods 
 
 With outward loveliness are gay and fabr, 
 As if around them blushing Summer broods, 
 
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 What if their beauteousness 
 
 At death's cold touch is strangely glorified ? 
 Th&ir leaves will crumble soon to nothingness, 
 
 Or else be swept aside. 
 
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 Their change is iype of all, 
 
 The hectic loveliness forbodes decay, 
 Steeped with a dying glow befoxe they fall 
 
 To mingle with the day. 
 
 All that we love and prize, 
 
 Ghangeth like leaves npon our toilsome way ; 
 Man's hoarded wealth, but dust before his eyes. 
 
 Passing, like life, away. 
 
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 An after-life shall rise fit>m out the gloom ; 
 The Autumn mists are but the outward pall, 
 
 That hides perennial bloom. 
 
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 Thy scattered dust shall eloquently say. 
 
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 0) lei us, while the Almighty showen 
 His full rich store of gifts on earth, 
 
 While plenteous blessings all are ours, 
 A choral hymn of praise pour forth— 
 
 J^ wide diffusing harmony, 
 
 The music of our heartfelt prayers, 
 That softly may ascend to Thee, 
 
 God of our joys, and griefs, and cares t 
 
 We glean the harvest we have sown, 
 A golden and abundant store ; 
 
 Hopes long since planted Thou didst oxowR 
 With joy ; we never sought for more. 
 
 Gratefal, we each may lowly bow. 
 While all the sweetness of the year 
 
 Seems mellowing in the sunlight glow, 
 That softly gushes far and near. 
 
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THANKSGIVING. 
 
 We have not delved nor toiled in vain, 
 For labor's golden fruits are ours ; 
 
 And God has blest the summer rain, 
 And sanctified the summer hours. 
 
 For every ray that kissed the earth, 
 Divinely passed amid the corn, 
 
 And every bird that carolled forth. 
 Sang of the joys that would be born. 
 
 Glad sounds shall mingle with the air 
 Of autumn ; while the ohangefril hours 
 
 Shall waft abroad each fervent prayer, 
 Pure as the breath of summer flowers ! 
 
 And all the hopeful-hearted throng, 
 And weary-laden hearts who grieve, 
 
 As if inspired with heavenly song, 
 A joy^l hymn of thanks shall weave. 
 
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 They say tliat war is raging 
 
 In a far distant land, 
 But can I think of combats, 
 
 When Katie takes my hand ? 
 
 do not speak of bloodshed, 
 
 Or fields of victory, 
 How can I muse of battles won, 
 
 When £[atie conquers me. 
 
 tell me not of triumphs, 
 
 Nor any glorious deed ; 
 For if sweet .Katie knew the cost, 
 
 Her tender heart would bleed. 
 
 The autumn winds blow sad and chill, 
 The earth is cold and drear ; 
 
 But Katie's guileless soul is warm 
 And joyous all the year. 
 
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 The world may frown upon me, 
 And care may make me sad ; 
 
 But should I heed cold glances, 
 When Katie's looks are glad. 
 
 The withered, palsied leaflets, 
 Tossed by the wind and sleet, 
 
 Might warm to life again, whene'er 
 They fall at Katie's feet I 
 
 The trembling, winsome flowers. 
 Are withered by the chill. 
 
 But Katie smiles upon them, 
 And they are lovely still ! 
 
 For Katie's laugh is music. 
 And Katie's eyes are light ; 
 
 And Katie's looks pursue me, 
 To sanctify my night. 
 
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 UNDER THE TREES. 
 
 Hither, jaded mortal, 
 
 Restless and ill at ease. 
 Come where the voice of nature 
 
 Whispers love and peace ! 
 
 Where streaks of golden sunlight 
 
 Illumtne a shade of leaves. 
 Like flashes of hope in the eyes 
 
 Of one who pines and grieves. 
 
 Hasto in the wealth of shadow, 
 
 Made by the drooping trees ; 
 And your parched heart shall drink a joy 
 
 In the sweets of each passing breeze. 
 
 Look, how the flecks of white-winged cloud 
 
 Flit and float and part, 
 Pure as a changing dream 
 
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 The insects whir in their innocent sport ! 
 
 The birds exult on the wing I 
 It seems a world of joy and love 
 
 For every sentient thing I 
 
 I hear a flutter in the air, — 
 
 A throb of bliss around 
 In every stir the leaflets make, — 
 
 In every buzzing sound. 
 
 And like an answering echo, 
 
 A low voice creeps along, 
 A cadence and a symphony^ 
 
 In the jovial brooklet's song. 
 
 Haste, wild-bird on the wing, 
 And chaunt a hymn to God ! 
 
 To charm the idle dreams of man 
 Upon the summer sod ! 
 
 And the shade of the dusky woodland 
 Shall sweeten our toil-worn days. 
 
 While grateful nature whispers 
 Eloquent love and praise 1 
 
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LIGHT FOR CANADA'S SAGES I 
 
 [Written after the Toronto judges had decided to return Anderson 
 the slave, who sought the protection of Canada.] 
 
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 Light for Canada's sages, 
 Truth for the hoary wise, 
 
 Wisdom for doubting judges. 
 Who read with jaundiced eyes 
 
 An eternal law before them,— 
 A statute that never can change 
 
 That holds men free on this ample earth. 
 Where'er they may chance to range I ' 
 
 Come from your dusty chambers, 
 
 Ye who interpret the laws, 
 Unloose the bonds that fetter the heart 
 
 To slavery's blood-stained cause ; 
 For a people's voice, like a tempest, 
 
 Shall drown your feeble speech : 
 The fiat uttered for freedom's sake. 
 
 No judge can ever impeach. 
 
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 The olank of tlie negro's fetters, 
 
 The snap of the brutal thong, 
 Shall waken the heart to justice, 
 
 For slavery's curse and wrong. 
 A freeman claimed your protection ; 
 
 Will you send him back a slave ? 
 That a hellish crew may gloat o'er ills corse 
 
 Consigned to a felon's grave ! 
 
 Are we part of the pack of bloodhounds 
 
 To track with rifle and knife ? 
 To read in statutes a meaning 
 
 To yield up a brother's life? 
 Our life and freedom united 
 
 Are given by God to defend 
 At every cost and hazard, — 
 
 To guard and preserve to the end. 
 
 There are laws in every bosom. 
 
 That can never change or die. 
 As wide as the dome of heaven. 
 
 As fixed as the stars on high ; 
 A sense of eternal justice, 
 
 A law of eternal right. 
 That shall send forth free the man that is 
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 By the dust, in the sages' sight. 
 
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 we're a jolly, faithful band 
 
 Of comrades true and tried, 
 Who've cruised by many a rocky strard, 
 
 And stemmed the storm and tide. 
 Our hearts are staunch, our spirits bold, 
 
 We've toiled with main and might. 
 And never bartered Faith for Gold, ' 
 
 But clung to Truth and Right. 
 
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 O'er many a sea we swept along, 
 
 Within the self-same boat, 
 And in the face of tempests strong 
 
 We ever made it float; 
 For one fixed purpose swayed our oars, 
 
 And so we cleaved our way, 
 Until we reached the welcome shores 
 
 Of proud Success to-day. 
 
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 Deceit has never bowed the head, 
 
 In search of honors vain ; 
 We never fawned to earn our bread, 
 
 Nor cringed our souls for gain : 
 111 luck has never chilled our blood. 
 
 Nor quenched Hope's ruddy light, 
 But we have toiled for future good. 
 
 With all our manhood's might. 
 
 And this is why we laugh at care 
 
 And live a blissful life, 
 For naught can e'er our strength impair, 
 
 Nor in our hearts sow strife. 
 Then, comrades, let us pledge once more, 
 
 Uniting heart and hand, 
 So that our fame may live in lore. 
 
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 When the purple skies of evening 
 
 Oast their shadows on the ground, 
 And the solemn air of twilight 
 
 Pr^nant seems with mystic sound, 
 Childlike Ada, sad and thoughtful, 
 
 With her dusky eyes bent down, 
 By the window-ledge sits dreaming 
 
 Sunny visions, all her own. 
 
 Shadows flit across her chamber. 
 
 Hover lightly on the wall, 
 Till they tremble at her presence. 
 
 And then vanish one and all ; 
 While around her rose lips playing, 
 
 Lightly wander with her dreams, 
 Placid smiles of soul-lit sweetness. 
 
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 Myriads pass her where she sitteth, 
 
 Murm'rings fill the dreamy air, 
 Bat she heeds no sound nor footfall, 
 
 For her thoughts are otherwhere; 
 And the prelude of far music, 
 
 Wafted from the angels' home, . 
 Mingles with her twilight visions, 
 
 Speedeth where her fancies roam. 
 
 But when twilight sinks and dieth, 
 
 And stars throh in heaven's deep, 
 And the shroud of night in falling 
 
 Wraps the earth in death-like sleep, 
 Ada's dreamings are unfolded. 
 
 And, with God's own seraph throng, 
 Angel Ada lives the visions 
 
 That on earth she dreamt so long. 
 
 
 And whene'er the twilight hastens. 
 
 Lulling weariness to calm, 
 Stealing through my earth-bom musings. 
 
 Like a mandragora balm, 
 Ohild-like Ada, thoughtful, dreamy. 
 
 With her dusky eyes bent down. 
 From her home amid the seraphs 
 
 Tints each vision with her own. 
 
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 The wild sea frets and fumes, and foams 
 
 Along the dreary shore, 
 Beating the callous granite ledge 
 
 Witli restless, ^tful roar ; 
 The air is filled with the scudding spray, 
 
 And the ocean's mourafui song ; 
 And a fisherman sings a careless tune, 
 
 As he slowly steps along. 
 
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 His hair is white as the crested foam, 
 
 His eyes, like tue waves, are blue r, 
 His face is f-eamed with the stornxf of life, 
 
 But his heart is blithe and true. 
 He worships God in Lis honest wa;-, 
 
 A.nd loves the boisterous sea, 
 And his two bold aoim, whose sturdy heHrts, 
 
 Like the tides, are bold and free. 
 
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 In their lightsome skiflf they brave the storm, 
 
 Beneath the wrathful skies, 
 Or ride the blue deceitful calm, 
 
 Before the storm-clouds rise ; 
 Or gaily skim the dimpled tide 
 
 Of the treacherous, smiling sea, 
 Till the flapping waves seem to laugh aloud 
 
 And echo the young men's glee. 
 
 Those sturdy sons are the fisher's pride. 
 
 Their love, his stafi" in life, 
 Rich with a sailor's wondrous lore 
 
 Of sea-born danger and strife ; 
 And often around the cheery hearth 
 
 He spins in the hush of night 
 The tale, recounted a thousand times. 
 
 With a new and quaint delight. 
 
 And when the sunset fuses the sea 
 
 "With magic tinted rays, 
 And the waves grow sad in the evening lif^ht 
 
 That melts in shadowy haze, 
 The old man tiitn on the beetled crac 
 
 And watches the solemn sea, 
 For the dim approach of his sons' return 
 
 To hail their boat with glee. 
 
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 And ofb he marked the changeful waves, 
 
 Remorseless, roll and roll, 
 Till they seemed an awful mystery, 
 
 That troubled his weary soul ; 
 But once he watched— till the darkness shot 
 
 The sea, like a terrible doom, 
 And his anxious eyes peered forth in vain 
 
 Thro' the drenching mist and gloom : 
 
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 Till the star-light mocked his pitiful gaze, 
 
 And the morn broke sad and gray, 
 And the ominous sea bore no joyful boat 
 
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 And with direful fear in his heart he crept 
 
 To his post on the cliff again. 
 But the wild'ring waves did not solve his doubts, 
 
 As he waited and watched in vain. 
 
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 And when the awful truth was known 
 
 That the skiff had foundered at sea. 
 With a vacant laugh the fisherman said, 
 
 " They are coming back to me." 
 And still when the sundown dimmed the earth, 
 
 He'd look from the callous steep 
 For his sons' return from the shadowy main, 
 
 From the calm, deceitful deep. 
 
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 And thro' long days and weeks and years 
 
 That marked their course for him, 
 The old man sought the desolate crag 
 
 And watched till his eyes were dim ; 
 And the saddened waves sang their mournful song 
 
 To his heedless ears in vain, 
 That the merry boat with his stalwart sons 
 
 Would never return again. 
 
 
 Till once — when the sea was lit with smiles 
 
 And in tranquil spirit lay, 
 And the waves rejoiced in the summer calm, 
 
 In the peaceful summer day — 
 A placid smile shone over his lips, 
 
 As with rapturous voice he cried, 
 "I see them now — they have come at last!" 
 
 Then seeming to hail them — died. 
 
 And still the wild sea foams and frets, 
 
 And beats the rock-ribbed shore. 
 And sends to Heaven despairing cries, 
 
 Or moans with sullen roar ; 
 And when the dead mists clasp the earth;, 
 
 'Tis said, in the gloom and chill, 
 A vapory figure peers from the cliff, | 
 
 Who waits for his two sons still. 
 
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 She moves with a swan-like tread, elate, 
 
 A woman of beautiful mien, 
 And low at her feet, where she rules in state, 
 
 A host of lovers is seen, 
 Where they sue and kneel and patiently wait 
 . For a smile from this peerless queen. 
 
 Her braided hair forms a diadem, 
 
 Yellow as sheaves of corn, 
 Woven with many a glimmering gem, 
 
 Whose light is cold as her scorn. 
 When her lovers would kiss her garment's hem 
 
 And she sends them away forlorn. 
 
 There are smiles and frowns in her beautiful eyes, 
 
 Changeful, as April days ; 
 Her words arc meaningless melodies, 
 
 Whose sweetness never stays ; 
 And there's soft deceit in licr low replies 
 
 To her lovers' vacuous praise. 
 
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 The glittering spars of the frozen North, 
 
 Which no sun can ever warm, 
 Appear in her looks, when she wanders forth 
 
 To dazzle and lure— and charm, 
 Or when she assumes a glance of wrath, 
 
 In her pitiless smile, so calm. 
 
 Her father owns ships and cargoes and gold. 
 And he lives for iha world and gain, 
 
 His firm, his wine, and his heart are old, 
 And he's king in his narrow domain. 
 
 Where Fashion and Pride, burnished and cold. 
 In formal magnificence reign. 
 
 But the richest treasure he owns of all, 
 As proud as an eastern queen. 
 
 Is the glistening jewel the dealers call, 
 A woman of beautiful mien, 
 
 When low at her feet, her lovers fall 
 Enslaved by her smile serene. 
 
 /'id numerous lovers throng in the ninrt. 
 Where the sale <.f this beauty takes piaeo, 
 
 The first is poor, with a passionate heart, 
 Another of noble rjiee, 
 
 A third is a fop who (Ivchwr witii art, 
 WilU a vapid, vacuous i'aco. 
 
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MERCHANDIZE. 
 
 But the generous one, whose bid is high, 
 
 A monstrous sum to repeat, 
 Is a padded shape with a fishy eye, 
 
 Bedecked from his head to his feet. 
 Whose whiskers are curled with exquisite dye, 
 
 "^hose lisp is foreign and sweet. 
 
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 His wrinkled face, and his crabbed heart, 
 
 And his slow, unsteady gait 
 He tries to hide with wonderful art, 
 
 When he simpers and smiles elate 
 On the queen he buys in the marriage mart, 
 
 Where she rules his soul, in state. 
 
 There's a blaze of light in the festal halls, 
 
 A glitter of dazzling charms, 
 A flowing of lace, and a flutter of shawls, 
 
 • O'er a thousand dimpled arms, 
 And a whirl of mazy music that falls 
 
 O'er the flowers' exotic balms. 
 
 And hosts of numerous satin-clad feet 
 
 To the sensuous music glide, 
 And voices low are whispering sweet 
 
 The name of the beautiful bride, 
 Which the hollow night-winds seem to repeat 
 
 In a mocking tone outside I 
 
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MBRCHANl)IZB. 
 
 The pallid morn breaks cold and gray, 
 And the stars wane one by one ; 
 
 The gaud and glitter have passed away, 
 And the hollow revel 's done ; 
 
 ^is the close of the sale of yesterday, 
 When a woman by gold was won. 
 
 Ensnared by a smile, by a yellow tress. 
 You can buy that loveless smile ; 
 
 Bewitched by a glance from loveliness. 
 You can buy that glance of guile, 
 
 And a show of love and tenderness 
 To last a very brief while. 
 
 Who prates of slaves being bought and sold,- 
 
 Of evils we cannot stay ? 
 When a sordid lust for the tempter Gold 
 
 Rules a father's heart to-day, 
 And Love, grown a shadow pale and cold, 
 
 From his world has passed away I 
 
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SPIRITUS SANCTUS. 
 
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 Though wc tread o'er different pathways in our pilgrimage 
 
 on earth, 
 'Tis the same sun lights us onward in our drear and toil- 
 some path, 
 But I know the road is brighter, 
 And I feel the air is lighter, 
 Since the rays of thy dear presence beamed a little while 
 on me. 
 
 Though a cruel, relentless fortune builds a wall to part us 
 
 twain, 
 I shall scale it in my fancy just to win a smile again. 
 And bless the gentle giver 
 For the joy that haunts me ever : 
 'Tis the light of thy dear presence that has beamed awhile 
 on me. 
 
 All the fleeting hopes and fancies that take root within my 
 
 breast. 
 May perchance spring forth to flowers of the brightest and 
 , the best, 
 
 For their sweetness is o'erladen 
 With the memories of a maiden, 
 'Tis the light of thy dear presence that has beamed awhile 
 on me. 
 
 
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BPIRITUS SANCTUS. 
 
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 I have raised a fairy structure deep within my lonely heart, 
 And its glory and its beauty, and its marvel and its art, 
 
 Is the charm that o'er it reigneth, 
 
 And the light that never waneth : 
 'Tis the sun of thy dear presence that has beamed awhile 
 on me. 
 
 Let the years flow on in silence, and the summers heedl6ss, 
 
 fly, 
 
 They are hallowed with remembrance that can never fade 
 or die, 
 Let them glide however fleetly, 
 They shall whisper ever sweetly. 
 Of the light of thy dear presence that has beamed awhile 
 on me. 
 
 All the stars that throb in heaven, shall not glow in vain 
 
 on mo, 
 If their dark mysterious beauty but reveal a thought of 
 thee ; 
 Let them glow and glitter nightly 
 They can never shine so brightly 
 As the light of thy dear presence that has beamed awhile 
 on me. 
 
 In the prayer I lowly utter in the quietude of night. 
 There shall come an ardent Avish, that all my words may 
 wing their flight. 
 
 With nought on earth to cloud them, 
 
 When a sanctity does shroud them. 
 
 In the I" ;ht of thy pure presence that does beam awhile 
 
 on me. 
 
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 Her childish face, tanned by the summer^s sun, 
 
 With waves of chestnut hair, 
 
 In circlets wreathed around her brow — 
 
 An artless, timid one, 
 
 Her eyelids drooping low, 
 Came softly to me, unaware 1 
 
 Her eyes were liquid orbs of light, 
 Brimming with love-rays chastely bright f 
 
 They seemed to me 
 
 As if enchanting melody. 
 Wafted thro' realms of space, 
 
 Had found a home apart 
 From* callous air — where rudely tost, 
 The harmony would surely have been lost — 
 And in their depths had found a resting-place, 
 For every look she gave was music tc my heart I 
 
 To her the flowers might have bequeathed 
 
 Their garb of beauty in the morn. 
 When with the dew-drops wreathed. 
 
 And felt the happier for their boon ! 
 The roaming breeze that stirs the clouds above 
 
 In sultry noon, 
 0, surely, might have sighed disconsolate for her love. 
 
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POOR. 
 
 An air of povert}?' 
 Clung round this artless child ; 
 Her vestments, homely spun, were coarse and plain ; 
 
 She seemed to me 
 A mountain flow'ret wild. 
 
 Whom nature had made beautiful, a debt she owed 
 To the dense forests round the child's domain — 
 
 A cot of maple wood. 
 
 Glide past me, sweet one, with thy airy tread I 
 
 A calm, etherial sense of happiness 
 Has fallen where thy steps have sped ; 
 The air is resonant with a sweet sound, 
 
 That, welling from thy guileless heart, 
 
 Reveals its tenderness ; 
 And earnest thoughts of good abound 
 
 Within my breast. 
 
 That of thy being are a p ' 
 
 That breathe upon my tu I spirit rest. 
 
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I LOVE YOU. 
 
 
 I love you, and my yearning heart 
 Is burdened with this love of mine, 
 
 A burning sense that lives apart, 
 Which sacred verse can ne'er define. 
 
 Not coral lips, nor azure eyes 
 
 That droop like blue bells soft and low, 
 Nor cheeks whose bloom is like the skies 
 
 That woo the evening with their glow. 
 
 Nor the dark streamings of each tress 
 Toucht with a tender, golden light, 
 
 Nor all thy drooping loveliness, 
 Like pendant lilies in the night. 
 
 But the pure soul that underlies. 
 
 Thy outward garb of matchless grace, 
 
 A beauty like the silvered skies. 
 Reflected in my heart's blank place. 
 
 Like brooks that cleave the mountain ways, 
 And purl a melody their own. 
 
 My love along a leafy maze 
 
 Of wildoring thought, has wildly flown. 
 
 I falter in my rapturous song, 
 
 That lightly wanders forth to roam. 
 
 Until from out the idle throng 
 
 It socks thy heart, — it's destined home. 
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A TRIBUTE. 
 
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 On Monday a Qneen's messenger brought from Osborne to Winda&r 
 three little wreaths and a bouquet. The wreaths were simple chaplets of 
 s\088 and violets, wreathed by the three elder rrincesses— the bouquet of 
 Tiolots, with a white camelia in the centre, was sent by the widowed 
 Queen. Between the heraldic insignia those last tributes from his widoTr 
 and orphan daughters were laid upon the coffin — mcnicutot of domestic 
 love and worth above all heraldry that ever was emblazoned.— Xondon 
 Tivie$, 
 
 Shine, Heaven-eyed flowers I 
 
 To light the darksome gloom, 
 From her — the fondest token 
 
 To deck a husband's tomb — 
 Pure and bright as Heaven, 
 
 Frail and sad as earth, 
 A sacred, loving tribute 
 
 To nobleness of Worth. 
 
 Shine, pale, meek-eyed flowers I 
 
 In hues like azure skies. 
 And glad the blazoned cofiin, 
 
 While England mourns and sighs— 
 A Queen the wreaths has woven. 
 
 In tears, in woe, in gloom. 
 And lasting Love has twined them, 
 
 To sanctify his tomb. 
 
 Shine, Heaven-eyed flowers I 
 
 Above the pomp and show, 
 That mock with garish splendor, 
 
 Trappings of dc !i and woe. 
 Emblem of bloom eternal, 
 
 Ye lie upon the sod. 
 From mortal woe and sorrow 
 
 To raise our souls to God I 
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DRINK; 
 
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 There's a sound of woe in the cheerless street, 
 
 And a shriek in the midnight air, 
 For a drunken sot is reeling along, 
 In the gathering darkness there ; 
 And I hear the meaningless words that come 
 From the depths of his heart's despair ; 
 'Tlj a moan for drink, — 
 For he'll drink and drink. 
 Till the earth seems to reel and swim — 
 
 Till his hope in God and his trust in man 
 Are lost in his pitiless cries — 
 
 Till he loathes his life, and so loathing, dies, 
 And all fbr the sake of drink I 
 
 He cries not for aid from a merciful God, 
 
 He craves not a pittance of hread^ 
 But shrieks for drink to the hollow winds. 
 
 That echo his totlering tread ; 
 And his fleshless bones clasp the ,ooId, dumb stones, 
 
 That serve for his pillow and bed, — 
 For he'll drink and drink 
 Till his eyes are dim — 
 
 Till his senses ache with pain, — 
 For his trust in God and his faith in man 
 
 He'll never on earth regain, 
 While he hates the sight of both day and night 
 
 For the sake of the demon drink I 
 
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 DRINK. 
 
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 Has he sipped the cup of a direful doom 7 
 
 Has care made him grovel low ? 
 Has penury cankered his youthful hopes, 
 
 Or darkened their rainbow glow ? 
 Has Heaven deserted this homeless man 
 
 Whose words s^'em the gasping of woe ? 
 Tis the poison urink 
 That maddens the brain — 
 
 That has made his bosom a hell, 
 While a drunkard's gloom, like a fearful doom 
 
 In his heart and home does dwell, 
 Where fell disease and famine have sped, — 
 
 And all for the sake of drink ! 
 
 
 Raise him from where he crouches and creeps 
 
 On the slime and mud at his feet,— 
 Bear him where blessings shall scatter in night, 
 
 The curses his lips would repeat ; 
 Baise him, — but banish the maddening cup— 
 
 The curse of the home and street, — 
 And wage a war with the demon drink, 
 
 The tempter to crime below. 
 That makes a hell of the purest dell, 
 
 Where flowers might bloom and grow, — 
 That surely gives birth on this beautiful earth 
 
 To the direst sin and woe. 
 
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 A bird warbled forth in the summer air, 
 And its accents floated everywhere, 
 Till a poet caught a wandering strain, 
 And sung it in verse to the world in vain. 
 
 A maiden carolled a human song. 
 And the summer zephyrs bore it along 
 To her lover's heart, where it died away, 
 For he would not heed the beautiful lay. 
 
 
 
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 A rose had scattered its breath around — 
 A summer sweet without voice or sound 1 
 But a child once plucked it in all its pride, 
 And the fainting flower wilted and died. 
 
 For who can repeat the song of the bird ? 
 And hearts may be dead to the tuneful word j 
 And the sweetest charm of a summer's day, 
 From our yearning love may be reft away. 
 
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TO THE MEMORY OP LADY MOlfTEFlOfiE. 
 
 o>^n O'Nijjj onn>Da o^tjiix 
 " The pious in their death are called living." 
 
 Dear as a mother's earliest words of love 
 
 Blessing the chequered lapse of shaded years, 
 
 So lives thy memory in Israel's heart. 
 
 The sacredness of grief doth hush our plaint, 
 
 A mist of tears doth check love's utterance-l 
 
 The reverential love of all thy creed. 
 
 Thou can'st not die, thy goodness lives on earth 
 
 As thy immortal spirit dwells in Heaven : ' 
 
 For as God blessed thee, so thy life brought blessings. 
 
 cherished mother of an outcast race, 
 
 Yet favoured children of the Almighty's love- 
 
 Fond helpmate of a true-born, loyal knight 
 
 Loyal to Otod and holy works of love 
 
 And to the purest, noblest charity. 
 
 For thou wert one with him, his deeds were tUno • 
 
 The peril and the glory thou didst share. 
 
 Truest of friends and wisest counsellor, 
 
 Dearest of friends and sweetest comforter, 
 
 Cheering the knightly pilgrim, as he trod 
 
 The dusty pathway to Moriah's Mount, 
 
 And Siloah's brook and Zion's sacred hill 
 
 Where mouldering monuments can't hide in dust 
 
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 TO THE MEMORY OF LAPT MONTEHORB. 
 
 The mighty hopes of Judah's destinies — 
 
 Not to erect a toppling dynasty, 
 
 Nor empire in dread, reeking ways of blood, 
 
 Instead, to give the outcast Jew a home. 
 
 And scatter bounty, as God scatters winds 
 
 In spring, to swell the quickened buds with life. 
 
 If aught can crown his days with greater joy, 
 Than highest effort blessed with rich fruition, 
 Or thick, warm memories of grateful hearts, 
 Or yfide-world homage of a thankful race. 
 Or the pure pearl of knighthood, England's dower, 
 'Tis the glad thought, that a twin kindred soul, 
 Given by God to sanctify his life. 
 With woman's gentleness and purity. 
 Wast still His fairest, sweetest gift on earth. 
 So now, when God with truest, infinite love. 
 Has gently taken thee from earthly eyes, 
 And made thy life below complete on high, 
 The memory of thy days, so rich in good. 
 Thy deeds not blazoned forth in golden words. 
 But traced in brightness by the Almighty's hand, 
 Shall calm the anguish of his widowed heart. 
 And free our human grief from dross of tears, 
 And elevate with spiritual thought, our minds, 
 And touch us with a tenderness and love. 
 Imbuing all our hearts to live like thee ; 
 So that the lesser compass of our lives, 
 And narrower scope of all our dreams and aimSj 
 May borrow a faint loveliness from thine I 
 
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AN AUTUMN IDYL. 
 
 Like hosts of faded joys, the withered leaves 
 Are whirled aloft by the remorseless winds • 
 And, like the fruitless plans of youth, they 'lie 
 Trampled beneath the iron heel of Time • 
 And yet a brightness tints their palsied forms 
 That vivifies the cold pale face of death. 
 And the wild rain that beats upon the earth,. 
 Has lost its wonted music ; for the breath 
 Of coming winter stealing thro' its tones, 
 Has rent asunder all its harmony. 
 When lol the sights and sounds of autumn die 
 And like the silver breaking in a storm, ' 
 
 There springs a light within my inner soul,— 
 A gentle presence flitting tbro' its chambers j 
 Her eyes— like deepest wells revealing stars-1 
 Are darkly eloquent with lustrous .thought, 
 That springs from the deep fountains of her soul • 
 I gaze upon them, and the troublous clouds ' 
 
 That bridge the horizon, seem to fade away! 
 And the drear winds, enamored of her voice 
 
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AN AUTUMN IDYL. 
 
 Are lulled to silence ! And the morn's pale light, — 
 Cold as the heartless smile of frigid Scorn — 
 Is still a summer sunlight when she comes ! 
 Her looks have meanings holier than the stars,— 
 Upon the arid heart alight her words. 
 Soft as a vernal air in dreary March. 
 In vain the clamorous winds pursue their course, 
 And chase the crumpled leaflets everywhere, 
 As purposeless as youth pursues its dreams : 
 In vain the rugged trees uplift their sxms — 
 Bare, as the stricken heart bereft of hope — 
 And seem to look to heaven for light and strength, 
 To brave the snows and blasts and chills of winter; 
 In vain mists steal tbroad, and shadows lurk 
 Upon the barren hills and naked fields. 
 I look upon this type of womanhood. 
 This human soul shrined in a gentle guise, 
 And nature's changes seem a passing dream. 
 And death a spectral phantom of the brain. 
 And all the sadness of the autumn days 
 The feeling of a morbid fantasy. 
 
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FLOWERS, 
 
 When the Almighty's hand would bring 
 
 Bright hues of Heaven nigh to earth, 
 He spoke, and lo ! the Dawn beheld 
 
 The miracle of the flowers' birth ! 
 And so His myriad-tinted rays 
 
 Decked their frail forms with varied dress, 
 Until this world, like sunset skies, 
 
 Glowed with their light of loveliness ! 
 
 Grateful, they seemed to gaze above, 
 
 While every passing breath of air 
 Stirred them, until from out their hearts 
 
 Came fragrant incense, like a prayer I 
 And when at night th' inconstant moon. 
 
 Made every petal dimly bright. 
 The dew-drops glistening on their leaves, 
 
 Seemed like pure tearlets of delight 
 
 And so, I've watched their opening buds 
 
 Expanding sacred tints, like heaven. 
 Or bathed with sunsets virgin gold, 
 
 Their dainty lids have closed at even, 
 Until I never knew a flower 
 
 That did not seem with pretty wile, 
 Striving to keep me in its power. 
 
 As if to charm me with its rmile I 
 
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A SEARCH FOR SPRING. 
 
 In the dewy breath of the passionate breeze, 
 In the twitter of early melodies, 
 In the bounding pulses of fern and tree, 
 Quickened to new-born ecstasy I 
 In the soft, young grass upon the sod, 
 In the flower that oped its eyes to God I 
 I sought the joy of Spring. 
 
 As the warm, sweet winds rushed over the earth, 
 And bloom and beauty and song had birth, 
 And leaves struggled forth in the light of mom, 
 Like a child's glad hopes in their primal dawn, 
 And the hearts of the buds throbbed with waking 
 
 bliss 
 At the touch of the sunlight's burning kiss I 
 I felt the joy of Spring. 
 
 But the odorous gales changed to sultry air, 
 And the balm was lost in the summer glare. 
 O'er nature's expanse crept a laziness, 
 And a leaden calm grew from throbbing bliss ; 
 And Autumn scattered decay and blight, . 
 And in the chill of the winter's night, 
 Host the joy of Spring. 
 
 
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A SEARCH FOR SPRDfa. 
 
 But far from the smiles of nature ; apart 
 In the secret depths of the human heart, 
 Were bloom and beauty that have no death, 
 And change not with Time's corroding breath ; 
 In blossoms of Truth— pure buds of Heaven^ 
 Tho* marred with error and weeds and leaven, 
 I see the joy of Spring, 
 
 In the grandeur of soul that makes man divine, 
 The light of Spring seems ever to shine ; 
 In the beauty of goodness exalting our life, 
 In the perfect faith that is born of strife, 
 In hopes that are brighter than vernal flowers, 
 Whose sweetness gladdens life's common hours, 
 I know the joy of Spring. 
 
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 THE CHILD OF THE LAKE. 
 
 (A Legend of St. Hilaire, C. E. ) 
 
 The rich and fragrant summer 
 Lingering as it passed away, 
 Flooded with myriad dyes, 
 A glory o'er the skies. 
 
 And from its death, the sunset rose, 
 That beautified the earth's repose. 
 And wrapt with tender grace 
 Dii. b Nature's speaking face. 
 
 The shaggy hills their summits bent, 
 And soemed to touch the firmament ; 
 Solemn and dark they stood, 
 As o'er man's fate to brood. 
 
 And rosy clouds in seeming sleep, 
 Floated af-^" in heaven's deep. 
 
 The day's last, sweetest bloom. 
 
 Fading away in gloom. 
 
 And from the breathless hush around, 
 There issued forth a tremulous sound, 
 "Which, quivering thro' the air. 
 Made dulcet music there. 
 
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THE CHILD OP THE LAKE. 
 
 Lapping the pebbles o'er and o'er, 
 A lake's sofb wavelets kissed the shore, 
 
 Or in the twilight's ray, 
 
 In dimples sped away. 
 
 A beauty dwelt upon its face, 
 A dreamy hush, an angel grace ; 
 
 And like a child's pure prayer, 
 
 Its lispings filled tlie air. 
 
 And o'er its sparkling, limpid tide, 
 The spirit of love did seem to glide, 
 
 The sinless love that lies 
 
 In Childhood's guileless eyes. 
 
 And mountains proud with hoariness 
 Girdled its placid loveliness, 
 
 And seemed to guard its calm 
 
 From every earthly harm. 
 
 For once — so ran the curious tale — 
 There dwelt and roved within its pale, 
 
 A being of love and light, 
 
 A gentle water sprite, 
 
 Whose gossamer wings would sweep the spray, y 
 And meet t'le sunbeams in their play, 
 
 Until her path did seem 
 
 A track of golden gleam. 
 
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THE CHILD OP THE LAKE. 
 
 Or else the incense of the morn, 
 Tossed on her yellcw looks, was bom 
 To mingle o'er her path, 
 With wanton yfinds of earth. 
 
 And oft when shadows dimly crept, 
 Couched in a lily's loaves she slept, 
 Hiding in many a fold 
 Her gossamer wings of gold. 
 
 And with their music weirdly soft, 
 The ripples wooed her oft' and oft'. 
 Till faint with song, one day 
 She wandered from their play ; 
 
 And rambled to a moss-clad bower, 
 Then poising on a wilding flower. 
 
 In slumber near its side, 
 
 The water sprite espied 
 
 A fair and sinless human child, 
 By light and fragrance there beguiled. 
 Lulled by the wind's warm kiss, 
 Tj a sweet dreamful bliss. 
 
 And as her pure breath came and went, 
 
 Upon the sleeping innocent, 
 
 The sprite in strange surprise. 
 Fixed its astounded eyes. 
 
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THE CHILD OF THE LAKE. 
 
 And marvelled, at the brow so white, 
 Like purest lilies seen at night, 
 And at the dimpled face, 
 Imbued with winsome grace,— 
 
 Till wonder changed to love and awe ; 
 For never in those haunts before, 
 
 Had fay been so beguiled 
 
 By any human child. 
 
 For every tinted, marvellous flower. 
 Seemed to have centred its sweet power, 
 
 The marvel of its dress, 
 
 Upon her beauteousness. 
 
 The peaceful clouds that lightly skim 
 In quiet joy, the heaven's rim, 
 
 Seemed to have touched her face 
 With all their calm and ^raoe. 
 
 And as she slept, a blissful dream, 
 Befieoting sweetness in a gleam, 
 
 Cast a pure sunny smile 
 
 Upon her lips awhile. 
 
 Until the beauty of the sprite 
 Blent with the vision of delight, 
 
 And woke the child, who gazed 
 
 In bashful awe, amazed. 
 
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 THE CHILD OF THE LAKE. 
 
 And then a brightness wrapt her face, 
 Dowered with childhood's chastened grace, 
 As from the awakened child, 
 The soul dawned forth and smiled, 
 
 As only children's sonls can smile, 
 Free from all sin and taiut and guile. 
 
 The smile which angels love 
 
 To glance at from above 1 
 
 But the wild naiad ever gay, 
 Saddened at what she could not say. 
 
 With mingled joy and pain, 
 
 Glanced at the child again. 
 
 Like shadows o'er the summer grass, 
 She knew that all that blooms must pass 
 And fade and change in death, 
 Fleeter than summer's breath : 
 
 That heaven-bom suns and earth-bom flowers, 
 Have all their appointed times and hours, 
 
 That in wide nature's range 
 
 Is never-ending change. 
 
 But nought in nature ever smiled 
 
 Like the pure visage of the child, 
 For tints of sky and flower 
 Seemed to have been her dower. 
 
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THE CHILD OF THE LAKE. 
 
 And when the naiad sped the glade, 
 The pure child's lisping carol made, 
 
 A sweeter harmony 
 
 Than the lake's melody. 
 
 And oft the fay in dreamy mood, 
 Wandering from the lake and wood, 
 In a deep, slumberous dell 
 Felt the sweet mortal's spell. 
 
 The joyless flowers felt and knew 
 Wherefore and whence her footsteps flew, 
 And in a drowse of pain 
 Her absence mourned in vain. 
 
 For all her care and love were spent 
 Upon the winsome innocent, ' 
 
 A silent love, not shown, 
 And to the child unknown. 
 
 Like the warm influence of the spring. 
 Which thrills to life each sentient thing. 
 
 So beamed the love and light 
 
 Of the glad water sprite. 
 
 Until one peaceful summer's eve. 
 When listless winds faint carols yrwn 
 
 Along the lakelet's side, 
 
 Kuffling its placid tide. 
 
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THE CHILD OF THE LAKE. 
 
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 A sudden void imbued the air, 
 And wilding flowers scattered there, 
 As if with pain or woe, 
 Their stricken heads bent low. 
 
 And the gay sprite felt ill at ease, 
 
 As winds rushed vaguely thro' the trees, 
 
 As if they searched the place 
 
 To kiss a childish face 1 
 
 And when the dull, despairing hours 
 Left their blank impress on the flowers, 
 And o'er the gloaming light 
 ' Trod the dark, lowering Night ; 
 
 A dim foreboding, flxed, intense, 
 A lurid void, an aching sense, 
 
 Transfixed a baneful blight 
 
 Upon the water sprite. 
 
 Until the fearftil truth was known. 
 That pitiless, ruthless Change had flown, 
 That Death had hovered forth 
 To snatch the child from earth. 
 
 And then the naiad softly grieved 
 And lowly in her sorrow weaved, 
 
 A ceaseless, doleful song, 
 
 Where'er she sped along. 
 
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, THE CHILD OP THE LAKE. 
 
 Knowing that life from death doth spring 
 In nature — that each sentient thing 
 
 Breathing its little day, 
 
 Doth blossom from decay ; 
 
 That nought on earth doth die in vain, 
 That flowers fade to bloom again, 
 
 That nature's joys appear 
 
 With each returning year. 
 
 The naiad mourned the darling child, 
 Whose beauty had her hours beguiled, 
 Whose happy life did seem 
 A lovely, transient dream. 
 
 The sobbing lakelet lashed the shore, 
 And said the child will come no more 
 
 And the wild streamlet's roar 
 
 Echoed forevermore. 
 
 And sadder shadows through the dell 
 Upon the naiad softly fell, 
 
 Until a mazy sleep 
 
 Upon her eyes did creep. 
 
 And as she dozed, a dreamy lull, 
 Chajitened, and soft and beautiful 
 
 In the pure twilight's smile, 
 
 Hovered around awhile. 
 
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THE CHILD OF THE LAKE. 
 
 And o'er the eilenoe of the place, 
 
 A lovelier aspect she could trace. 
 
 And the pure lakelet's Ude, 
 
 Seemed strangely glorified I 
 
 Lit with a new and wondrous charm, 
 With solemn, peaceful, infinite calm. 
 Nor guessed the sleeping sprite 
 Whence rose the Heavenly sight. 
 
 And o'er the quiet sanctity, 
 
 Clad in spiritual purity, 
 An angel form of light 
 Dazzled tic sleeping sprite. 
 
 And lo ! the soul on earth concealed 
 In God's pure angel stood revealed. 
 And the bright seraph child 
 Again looked forth and smiled I 
 
 Freed from the fetters of decay. 
 Her presence glimmered, as a ray 
 
 Of immortality. 
 
 And Heaven's purity I 
 
 And then vision passed away, 
 And calmer shone the summer's day 
 
 Serener and more clear 
 
 Upon the lakelet near. 
 
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THE CHILI> OF 'i3E LAKE, 
 
 And still upon the wavelet's face, 
 There seems to dwell an angel graoe, 
 And like a child'is pure prayer, 
 Its lispings marmnr there I 
 
 And o'er the beauty of its tide 
 The spirit of Love still seems to glide, 
 The Heavenly love that lies 
 In childhood's angel guise. 
 
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 Unresting as the sea, 
 When wrathful storms are raging o'er its breast, 
 Dark, troublous waves of thought that find no rest, 
 Are sweeping over me. 
 
 In the soul's inner shrine, 
 Within the outward vesture of my frame. 
 There burn consuming fires which yield no flame 
 
 Which no one may divine. 
 
 An agony intense, 
 Which finds no utterance in human speech, 
 Pervades my being, far beyond the reach 
 
 Or range of human sense. 
 
 And broken strains of woe. 
 Over my spirit chords strike and rebound. 
 And break in a strange dissonance of sound. 
 
 Which none may hear below. 
 
 Love's rapturous agony ^ 
 
 Which cannot find response, God, is mine. 
 But none can ever perfectly divine 
 
 Its strength and piirity. 
 
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 The secrets of the brain 
 Th' Almighty reads, unerring from above ; 
 But thou on earth can'st pierce the mighty love 
 
 Cast forth on thee in vain. 
 
 O pity me from where 
 Thou may'st not love but only sympathize, 
 Look on my woe, with thy sweet starry eyes, 
 
 In thought, in dream, in prayer. 
 
 Thy answering voice may reach, 
 And cast a calm upon my misery. 
 Like gentle words which sooth th' unresting sea, 
 
 And still its turbulent speech* 
 
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 A SUMMEE'S DAY. 
 
 It rose upon the shadoTry earth, 
 Imbued with light and melody ; 
 
 In gorgeous pride it hovered forth 
 To touch the soul with ecstasy ! 
 
 Its fervid strength, its marvellous grace, 
 The rich, full sweetness of its love, 
 
 The lowly heart could dimly trace 
 Shadowed below, mirrored above. 
 
 As in the deepening gulfs of blue, 
 
 Or in the knolls of grassy sod. 
 Beyond, beneath, he felt and knew 
 
 The wonders of eternal God 1 
 
 The .ceaseless whir of jubilant life, 
 
 The wind that rustled through the grain, 
 
 Seemed lispings in a happy strife 
 
 To worship where His love doth reign 1 
 
 The fretted sunbeams smile and sleep 
 And touch bare clefts of rock with light, 
 
 Nigh where dun shadows crouch and creep, 
 Moveless and dark, as stilly night. 
 
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A summer's DAT. 
 
 And, olad in wild, Inzoriant charms, 
 
 In dark and solemn majesty, 
 The mountain peaka nplift their arms, 
 
 Unshaken as the eternal sky I 
 
 And a wild, vagrant fo^aning stream, 
 
 Pours its thick murmurs far and wide. 
 Like far-off voices, when they seem . 
 ,So vaguely 3weet at eventide. 
 
 Nigh to a lake, whose calm and grace, 
 And hush and darksome peacefulness, 
 
 Is like a tearful happy face, 
 Sad, with excess of speechless bliss. 
 
 And as the Summer day doth shake 
 Its light and hloom and sweets abroad, 
 
 Its glory Nature seems to take 
 Among the summer hills of God 1 
 
 And as it wanes in dazzling dress, 
 And.on the earth dim splendors throws. 
 
 The shadow of its beauteousness 
 Both sanctify its radiant close. 
 
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 (Captain Stoddturti who lost his life in saving Ilres on tho wreck of the 
 
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 The sea seems Bungering for its prey, 
 
 The sky is stark and cold, 
 But duty shirks not danger's way. 
 
 And death can't fright the bold : 
 The shivering planks are breaking fast. 
 
 The pitiless waves run high^ 
 And Fate his earthly doom has cast, 
 
 But heroes cannot die ! 
 
 The helpless, tenderly he takes ; 
 And yields his strength to save, 
 
 And every heart with tremor quakes, 
 But he alone is brave ; 
 
 The ocean's moan — the dread waves' strife- 
 Called him to duty then ; 
 
 He on'y lived to shelter life, 
 A hero among onen. 
 
 And woman's eyes with tears are dim. 
 
 And children sob and weep, 
 Whenever memory speaks of him, 
 
 The martyr of the deep ; 
 God scatters little natures o'er 
 
 The wide, bleak face of earth, 
 And now and then, for evermore, 
 
 He sends a hero forth. 
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 VlEGIL. 
 
 As when upon the face of one, 
 A dying, hectic flush doth bide, 
 
 The fervid radiance of the sun 
 Mantles the heaven far and wide. 
 
 It crowns th' expanse with fading glows, 
 
 Dissolving into streaks of grey. 
 It tints the ambient air with rose, 
 
 And lights the landmarks of our way. 
 
 But as the dusky shadows fall. 
 To blur the sunset's rosy bloom, 
 
 Shading the splendor over all 
 With gathering dark and deepening gloom ; 
 
 The shimmering lustre silently 
 
 Falling rnd fiiding into space. 
 With solemn meaning, tenderly 
 
 Lighteth a wan and serious face 
 
 Of one who sittcth in the shade. 
 Watching the rays and shadows die, 
 
 Until the black-browed night hath made 
 Its impress on the ashen sky. 
 
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 Her life doth seem a little span, 
 Of transient glooms and broken gleams, 
 
 For change has made its bftauty wan, 
 And time hath shadowed all her dreams. 
 
 The joys and sorrows of her days, 
 Like passing clouds, have taken flight, 
 
 The fretful cares that dimmed her ways, 
 Have melted into shades of night. 
 
 And yet she feels within the air. 
 The flutter of some angel wings. 
 
 Touching her brooding thoughts of care, 
 With pure and sweet imaginings. 
 
 And as the darklier shadows come. 
 To blot earth's transient loveliness, 
 
 And the dim boundary of her home 
 Flitteth in gloom and nothingoess ; 
 
 She feels the narrowing, present time 
 
 Is merging to Eternity ! 
 And so her night is made sublime 
 
 With hope of immortality I 
 
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ON AN AMBROTYPE; 
 
 Spell-bound, I gaze upon a pictured face, 
 
 Whose soft-toned loveliness and thoughtful grace 
 like trills of melody, my fancies move. 
 
 The pure devotion and the certain power 
 Of woman's fixed and ever-during love, 
 
 Which throws its shoots beyond the passing hour, 
 And links itself with all of pure below. 
 
 And all that man doth dream of Heaven above, 
 In every lineament may surely dwell. 
 
 1 have no common wishes to bestow 
 Upon this sweet, transfigured loveliness ; 
 
 I yield but feeble homage to its spell, 
 In praying that, as changeful years do flow, 
 The Abnighty's hovering love her placid days may bless. 
 
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CHILDHOOD. 
 
 We love it and we know not why, 
 
 This image mirrored in the heart; 
 The gleesome smile— the love-lit eye- 
 The songful tones of infancy, 
 And all that eyes can never see 
 And words can ne'er impart. 
 
 We clasp within our arms a form 
 
 Fashioned as perfect as a flower ; 
 Deeming that the Almighty's arm 
 Shields its young life from every harm, 
 Praying that truth may be its charm, 
 And love its only dower. 
 
 We gaze within the azure eyes, 
 
 And deem the soul dwells slumbering there ; 
 We hear the prattling words that rise, 
 Pure as the balm of early spring, 
 Wondering if mid her blosssoming 
 
 There grows a bud so fair I 
 
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 Tender and true it sports awhile, 
 
 Chasing the butterflies in their flight, 
 Basking in nature's loving smile, 
 Gamboling where'er the brooklets go, 
 Until it warms their limpid flow, 
 Like noonday's glowing light I 
 
 
 For life, though drenched with sorrowing tears,. 
 
 Still brightens at our darling's call ; 
 Hopes and visions and clouds and fears 
 Mellow, like sunset in the even. 
 When childhood, pure as any heaven. 
 
 Softens the shadows all ! 
 
 We need not mourn the long lost days. 
 When childhood lisps upon our knee ; 
 
 Its winsome love time's loss repays, 
 
 And twining the dimpled arms with ours, 
 
 Our life's a joy of golden hours 
 Attuned with childhood's glee I 
 
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 (Dedicated to her Mi^esty's 16th Begiment, on their arriral at Montreal, 
 when war with America seemed imminent.) 
 
 Resound, land ! with gladness. 
 
 And oast off care and sadness, 
 As we welcome every brave with joyful voice ; 
 
 And shout huzzah 1 and meet them. 
 
 With three-times-three, and greet them, 
 Till the frosty air with echoes shall rejoice I 
 
 They come to take their station, 
 
 Without a preparation. 
 To protect us, and to guard the laud we love, 
 
 To face the chills around us. 
 
 Or foes who may surround us, 
 And with hand and heart their fealty to prove. 
 
 Beady for march when wanted, 
 
 To meet their death undaunted. 
 And to shield us, or to head us in the fight ; 
 
 To bear the flag of glory. 
 
 Renowned in song and story. 
 That shall ever triumph in the cause of Right. 
 
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 Thank God the shadow round us, 
 
 Did warn, but not confound us, 
 Till it vanished like a thunder-cloud in heaven ; 
 
 But should the azure darken, 
 
 We're ready then to hearken, 
 And ohey our country's call whene'er 'tis given. 
 
 Tho' peace and war be near us. 
 The soldier's tramp shall cheer us, 
 
 And with strength in trial, every heart diall buoy ; 
 1 bless them as we greet them, 
 And with true welcomes meet them. 
 
 Till the air of winter echoes with our joy ! 
 
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 " Scatter, as ivom an unextinguished hearth, 
 Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind I 
 Be through my lips to unawakened earth r 
 The trumpet of a prophecy ! Wind, 
 If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? " 
 
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 Again the Autumn smites the earth, 
 And dims the summer's light, 
 
 And drives the dying leaflets forth, 
 Wasted with damp and blight. 
 
 They fly like cursed things of ill, 
 Stricken and tempest tost. 
 
 And in the ominous gloom and ehill, 
 Are trodden down and lost 
 
 Like dim forebodings in the soul, 
 A vague mist steals abroad. 
 
 And, like a muttered anguish, roll 
 The mournful winds of God 1 
 
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REGENERATION. 
 
 The sunset skies, so wan and pale, 
 Seem touched with winter's dearth. 
 
 That creeps within the shuddering gale, 
 Roaming the callous earth. 
 
 But sadder than drear autumn's song, 
 
 A people's groans and cries 
 Sweep their dull echoings along, 
 
 Far reaching to the skies I 
 
 They mourn in darkest douht and night. 
 
 Great heroes in the dust, 
 And Loyalty stricken in the fight. 
 
 True to its flag and trust. 
 
 And whirling doubts, that flit like leaves, 
 
 In mazes thro' the brain, 
 Ask, if the land whose strong heart grieves, 
 
 Pours blood and tears in vain. • * 
 
 The direful blast, the deadly roar, 
 
 The battle's stormy din, 
 Come from the Nation's inward core. 
 
 Warring with slavery's sin. 
 
 God works in dread, mysterious ways 
 
 The people's lasting good. 
 And Freedom's light breaks through the haze 
 
 Above the fields of blood I 
 
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 And o'er tlie battle's sulpliTirous cloud, 
 
 Exulting hopes go forth, 
 The germs that peep above the shroud 
 
 Of the cold blood-stained earth.. 
 
 The free man's heart beats high and swells 
 
 With pulses of the spring, 
 When Freedon* in the New Year's bells, 
 
 In jubilant tones shall ring. 
 
 Baye, icy winds, ye cannot drown 
 
 A nation's joyful strain,. 
 When God shall hurl Oppression down, ^ 
 
 And sunder Slavery's Chain* 
 
 The nation quails not ; for the strife 
 
 Shall stir her nobler blood ; 
 From death there springs forth happier life, 
 
 From partial evil, good. 
 
 Whene'er she tramples slavery's ill 
 
 As slime b«ineath her feet. 
 True Liberty shall nerve her will, 
 
 To make the state complete. 
 
 
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 OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE MARSH METEOR. 
 (An Indian Legend.) 
 
 
 Once on a time, among the infinite stars, 
 Divine Intelligences massed in heaven. 
 
 There grew a fearful contest, like our wars, ^ 
 Until a conquered world to earth was driven. 
 
 And then pursuing an erratic flight. 
 
 Glimmered above the red men's homes at night. 
 
 But to their eyes, it seemed a spectral gleam. 
 And pierced each savage heart with wild affright, 
 
 The children ran in horror from the beam. 
 Deeming its lustre was a baneful light, 
 
 And so, this star, hurled from its sphere above. 
 
 Could meet no answering ray of human love 
 
 Until it wandered o'er the head of one, 
 A dusky maiden of the Chippewas, 
 
 A wild flower blooming in the wilds alone, 
 Whose glance was purer than etherial stars. 
 
 Who, like the flowers, in a world of strife, 
 
 From the pure air of heaven inhaled her life. 
 
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 The swarthy warriors felt her looks of love, 
 Which quelled the ruder passions of each hreast, 
 
 Where'er her lithesome presence came to rove, 
 With purer aims each red man was possessed; 
 
 Until the very air was sanctified, 
 
 When in their midst her airy steps would glide. 
 
 And so the star-world, jealous of the power 
 Of one who seemed a spirit of the air, 
 
 Circled the beauty of the Indian flower. 
 With its perfected glory everywhere ; 
 
 Where'er she dwelled, or tripped, the star-beam shone, 
 
 And crowned her presence, like a splendid zone. 
 
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 And when the worlds of Night reflected far 
 
 The solemn glory of the infinite. 
 The soft refulgence of this wondrous star. 
 
 Paler and purer than another light. 
 Would gird the maiden's temples, when in prayer, 
 She called on Manitou to guard her th;u'3. 
 
 And when in tongues of flame the camp fires leapt, 
 And all the lurid air was dim and still, 
 
 And the dear winsome maid unconscious slept, 
 Its lovely light would fill her slumbers, till 
 
 It cast a radiant smile upon her face. 
 
 Or, with refulgence, glorified the place ! 
 
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 And every warrior heard, that when her sire 
 Hunted the deer amid the breathless woods, 
 
 He oast his barbed arrows truer, higher, 
 Than others, tracking the dim solitudes; 
 
 And so, they deemed the star had proved the ohai» 
 
 To fire his strength and nerve his stalwart arm. 
 
 It happened, on a feverish summer's day. 
 
 For blackberries in the wood the maiden roved 
 
 And in the tangled thicket lost her way; > 
 
 She wept, and shrieked for aid to him she loved, 
 
 But only made the booming bittern wake 
 
 An answering echo in the lonely brake. 
 
 Soon, in her eyes, a silent horror cr^t 
 Within the dreary thicket, o'er the ground. 
 
 And in her ears the wind's strange murmur swept 
 Unearthly, hollow cadences around. 
 
 Until the murky midnight, like a pall, 
 
 With noisome vapours, settled over all. 
 
 In vain she called upon the star she loved. 
 And bent a pitiful look towards the sky. 
 
 Among the poisonous slime and weeds she roved, 
 With none to pity her, or see her die j 
 
 And the wild rain made hissing melody, j 
 
 And dashed with tears each fern and shrub and Iwe. 
 
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 The horrid darkness hid the longing star, 
 That vainly sought to guide her devious way^ 
 
 And when the Morning tipped the heavens afar, 
 It seemed the pallid spirit of the day, 
 
 For the sweet maiden's loveliness would ne'er 
 
 Endow it with her charm, to make it fair. 
 
 And still the troublous star pursues its flight, 
 Its beams less radiant, dimmer than before, 
 
 Seeking in vain, responsive human light. 
 The Indian Maiden whom it loved of yore, 
 
 And lingers near the world, until it seems 
 
 An earth-born memory of ethereal gleams. 
 
 And often to the wanderer it will show 
 A wavy and deceptive glimmering spark. 
 
 Forever deeming that its heavenly glow, 
 Will find an answer in this void of dark, 
 
 And so it roams, until it guides astray 
 
 Travellers who would seek its Ircacherous ray. 
 
 For when it nears the vapo'-ous, stagnant earth, 
 Its heaven-born glory fades uway in space, 
 
 And all the worldly mists that throng its path. 
 Infect its journeyings from place to place. 
 
 And thus, its fitful and enfeebled light 
 
 Is just the mockery of a star of night ! 
 
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 mt rjcralirfjcc 9Scrtrn(j[irfjfcit, mit 9Bor;(tf;um, 
 Mit iimiastcc Cfrgebenrjeit in @ott 
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 In days of old, once lived a mighty king, 
 Whose power rested in pure deeds of love, 
 Whose goodness yielded him a wealth of fame, 
 And reverence which spread throughout the earth. 
 He owned a ring, who?o gems emitted light 
 As lovely as his own unsullied life ; 
 And which contained two virtues in itself. 
 Passing and resting in the one who wore it ; 
 To win the love of Heaven to man the first, 
 To ^Mn the love of human kind the other. 
 I;n iu' tre made all earthly glory dim, 
 All I )mp of grandeur fade in nothingness I 
 And like an angel's gift bestowed on man, 
 He prized it for its sacred, marvellous worth. 
 And when the ancient king Ir.id by his crown, 
 And passed from men, he gave the gem to him 
 The most deserving of the sacred gift, 
 The son beloved best for truth and virtue ; 
 And thro' unnumbered ages, every kine; 
 
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 Bequeathed it to the pure of heart, the prince 
 Whose lovely life, unstained, relumed the gift, 
 And made it in the sight of God and man, 
 A jewel, perfect, as an infant's smile ! 
 
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 It happened once, a blameless monarch lived 
 And loved three sons, who » nied to him alike 
 Girded in righteousness and \ . ■ ; 
 Their sturdy manhood tempered >vith the grace 
 Of gentle manners and benevolent speech. 
 And all the high adornments of the mind, 
 Which give to fallen man a majesty, 
 Superbcr than magnificence of courts : 
 Their quiet virtues wound themselves around 
 The rugged heart of him, who wore the crown, 
 Like soft-hued climbing flowers when they fold 
 Their loveliness around a knarltid tree. 
 But when the solemn years advanced ap ice, 
 And touched the righteous king with calms of age, 
 There crept upon him wildering hesitance. 
 Clear sighted and deliberate in all 
 That tried his judgment or inspired his mind, 
 A mighty problem blurred his lucid vision ; 
 He knew not who deserved the wondrous gift, 
 Since every child to him was all deserving. 
 A storni of troubled thought perplexed his days. 
 And bowed his gait and made his manhood droop, 
 Until the natural wisdom of liis years, 
 Unloosed the tangled woof of wildering doubt. 
 Since his g;eat love could never dwindle dowa 
 
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 To narrowing scope of partiality, 
 
 He made resolve to leave each son the gift ; 
 
 And to an artificer sent the ring, 
 
 To fashion cunningly two counterparts, 
 
 Alike in dazzling gems and outward form. 
 
 And they were wrought so true, that none discerned 
 
 The subtle jewel from the counterfeits. 
 
 
 And soon, the monarch's lingering years rolled on, 
 And died in music of remembered deeds, 
 Whose reverberations swept throughout the land, 
 Infusing breath of pure harmonious love. 
 But when the princes found themselves possessed 
 Each of the marvellous ring, there rose a cry 
 Of wonder, then a baleful shadow crossed 
 And dulled their happy days, as when a cloud 
 Loaded with thunder, blots the summer sky ; 
 And wrangling jealousies pierced every heart. 
 For each aflBrmed his ring contained the charm. 
 And so ignoble rivalry brought forth 
 Its bitter fruitage, till love's placid stream 
 Was darkened with the scum of discontent : 
 Their clamor jarred the peaceful atmosphere 
 And echoed o'er the land, until the strife. 
 Fell, as a blight, upon its happiness. 
 
 In this fair kingdom dwelt a hoary sage, 
 Kenowned for wisdom and for mighty lore : 
 Time's shadowy knowledge was to him a book, 
 Clear, open as the sun betwixt the clouds ] 
 
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 For he had sifted from the cobwebbed past 
 The essence of all wisdom, which is truth. 
 And when the people wrangled, and their cause 
 Engendered spleen and rancour, he adjudged 
 Their stormy rights to vindicate the truth 
 In such calm flowing might of eloquence, 
 That he could change their petty hates to love : 
 And thus his name was reverenced through the land, 
 As highest counsellor and judge suj)reme. 
 
 So, maddened with the turmoil of dispute, 
 The princes sought the chamber of the seer. 
 To ask his counsel and implore the truth. 
 Then in his presence, thus, the elder spoke : 
 " My father owned a ring, whose occult charm, 
 Could win the grace of God and love of man : 
 And when that strange transition state, which links 
 The narrow present to the boundless future, 
 Dropt, like a blessed calm, upon his soul, 
 He gave the jewel to me ; but afterwards, 
 When Heaven contained his spirit-earth his dust— 
 With foul pretense, my brothers claimed the prize. 
 And mocked me with their counterfeits : sage I 
 With thy true vision, show the perfect ring. 
 So may thy wisdom prove their vanity." 
 Then having ceased, with sudden impulse swayed. 
 He placed it near the presence of the sage. 
 And then, the prince, the next in years, thus spoke : 
 
 " seer i a baseless dream has spanned 
 My brothers' vision, so that spurious gems 
 
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 Upon them flash with subtle loveliness ; 
 For I can swear the mystic gift was mine. 
 But thy clear mind which penetrates all truth, 
 Can well detect the genuine ring." 
 
 He closed, 
 Then spoke the youngest prince : 
 And near the other jewel, laid his own. 
 
 *' A noxious aiir, — 
 A pestilential vapor of the marsh — 
 Has filled and blurred my brothers' sense 
 With bodiless imaginings — to me, 
 My father gave his affluence of love, 
 The mighty largess of his boundless love, 
 Which died not with his death, but was infused 
 Into the sacred relic-— left to me, — 
 A talisman to bless and glad my life 
 With virtues like his own ; — thy sure decree. 
 Will prove the certain truth, of my assertion." 
 And as the echo of his words died out, 
 He cast the ring beside its counterparts. 
 
 And then the frosted sage, all-wise, supreme, 
 Calm with the majesty of inward strength — 
 Proud in the consciousness of earnest truth — 
 Upon the gems fixed a deep-searching gaze, 
 As penetrating as the looks of those 
 Who sought to read man's petty destinies, 
 In the far infinite depths of solemn stars, — 
 And thus gave vent to speech: 
 
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 Imbued with strange, magnetic influence, 
 To win the grace of God and love of man, 
 Speak and disclose thyself to human ken, 
 Divulge the mighty secret of thy being, 
 And shame thy base, ignoble counterfeits ! 
 So that thy voice may reach thy true possessor.' 
 The people gathering round, in strange suspense 
 Heard the appeal, for lo I a sudden calm 
 Infused their hotly beating hearts ; intent, 
 They gazed upon the rings, like famished men, 
 Whose eager eyes are strained upon far landj 
 Which seems to loom upon the dreary sea. 
 That moment seemed of infinite duration ! 
 And yet, no voice appeased their anxiousness ; 
 The mystic ring, dumb as unlettered stone 
 Upon an unknown grave, betrayed no utterance. 
 
 Then spoke the truth-inspired sage once more : 
 " brothers ! dear to him, whom all revered. 
 Whose large affection, boundless as the skies, 
 Infolded ye with strength of piety, — 
 With virtues emanating from his love. 
 Reflected from the light that shone on ye, — 
 Cast forth the fretful rancours in your hearts. 
 Like Sampson, blind and bound and powerless, 
 Bereft of all which gave him wondrous might, 
 In helplessness ye grovel on the earth : 
 Shorn of the strength of ever-during love. 
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 The natural wonder of the sacred gift. 
 
 Your wrangles shame your birth, your knawing hates,- 
 
 Like loathsome worms, which pierce within the earth 
 
 The roots of flowers,— blight the heart of truth. 
 
 The secret of the rings belongs to God : 
 
 In scons yet to be, — when rusts of faith 
 
 Are blown abroad, and tarnish nevermore 
 
 With shifting doubts and error, human lives, 
 
 And wisdom makes the intellect supreme. 
 
 To clear the soul from taint of prejudice ; 
 
 And deeper insight in the core of things 
 
 Ino-rafts the seeds of truth within the mind. 
 
 When man's true nature is enlarged and free. 
 
 Fit to receive and know God's perfect truth, — 
 
 The mystery of the rings shall he revealed. 
 
 Till that far-blissful era, yet to be, 
 
 princes ! take your rings as heretofore, 
 
 And wear the sacred relics sacredly, 
 
 To purge the evil tempers from your hearts ; 
 
 Guard well your thought ; let never breath of wrong 
 
 Tarnish the beauty of your daily deeds, 
 
 Temper your actions with a sweet accord 
 
 Of gentlest courtesy, inspiring love. 
 
 Be true to all ; despise not any man, 
 
 For none may know the great or small, since God 
 
 Has given to each a place and quality. 
 
 Open the inner chambers of your souls. 
 
 So that fair-winged hopes may enter fast. 
 
 And there infuse an everlasting hope 
 
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 In manhood's goodness and the Almighty's love^ 
 And in the transient now, and endless future, 
 And keep your rings as emblems of your faith. 
 Then surely each will prove an angel's gift I 
 Your lives imbuing them with subtle charm, 
 Illuming them with radiance divine, — 
 The strange, magnetic and yet natural power, 
 To win the grace of God and love of man, I 
 
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 The spirit of the season." 
 
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 I hear in the depths of fancy 
 
 The close of a dying sound, 
 Like the faintest moan of a passing breeze 
 
 That sweeps the wintry ground* 
 
 I see in the depths of fancy 
 
 A glimmer of waning light, 
 Like the pallid ray of twilight 
 
 That fades on the brow of Night, 
 
 I feel in the depths of being 
 That the" voice and light are gone, 
 
 And only a fitful memory 
 From the shadowy year is bom* 
 
 For all its glory and meaning. 
 
 And beautiful rainbow glow, 
 Are cold as the far-off starlight, 
 
 And pale as the passionless snow* 
 
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 Like foam that wastes on the sea-beach. 
 Like surf that breaks on the shore, 
 
 The changeful days of the faded year 
 Have vanished for evermore i 
 
 Consumed are their beauty and sadness, 
 And all their sweetness and grace; 
 
 They have passed away in the void of the past. 
 Like shooting-stars in space. 
 
 Sut the transient year, as it dieth, 
 
 A new-born glory gives ; 
 We touch the hem of its shadowy skirt^ 
 
 And feel that its beauty lives, — 
 
 In the lovelier hope of a brighter dawn, 
 Upspringing from death and night, 
 
 The dazzling glow of another year 
 That btes^s upon our sight. 
 
 golden promise that lights the dust 
 
 Of harsh discordant days, 
 The aching void within our heart 
 
 Is gilded with your rays. 
 
 light that vivifies and warms. 
 
 Yield us a will and power 
 To wrest the utmost good we can 
 
 Jj'rom every new-born hour. 
 
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 NEW TEAR. 
 
 Search the waste places of our souls, 
 
 And scatter to the past 
 The cobwebbed doubts, that made the days 
 
 So drear and overcast. 
 
 Pierce the lone chambers of the heart! 
 
 If truth and faith are there, 
 Their rays shall round oui lives with jOy, 
 
 And sanctify the air ! 
 
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 BY THE FIRELIGHT. 
 
 Cradled within the arms of night, 
 Th' unquiet day is lulled asleep ; 
 
 The weary hours have taken flight; 
 Leaving their shadows long and deep, 
 
 That spread upon the earth helow. 
 
 Soft as the falling of the snow^ 
 
 Betwixt the glimmer and the gloom, 
 The twilight heameth tenderly 
 
 In dim rays o'er the dusky room, 
 Like hope of immortality, 
 
 That o'er the earth-bound spirit falls, 
 
 And shineth through life's prison walls. 
 
 Our converse is of earthly things : 
 Our little world of joys is pure, 
 
 And silvery laughter peals and rings, 
 Like flute-sounds in an overture. 
 
 Swelling with sudden rise aloft. 
 
 Or toning to a cadence soft. 
 
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 ST THE FIRELIGHT. 
 
 The firelight dances on the walls, 
 In wavering streams of ruby light ; 
 
 A human ray that gladly falls, 
 
 Cheering the mellow hours of night, 
 
 While even hurrying Time does seem* 
 
 To linger by the lambent gleam I 
 
 No shadow in our dear retreat, 
 
 Nor heart-glooms, like the night-mists rise ; 
 Love speaketh from the laughter sweet. 
 
 Love danceth in the sparkling eyes I 
 While in the radiance on the wall, 
 Ood's love, divine, seems over all ! 
 
 The wrathful storm tramps wildly by 
 The desert waste of snows abroad ; 
 
 The keen winds rush with sullen nry, 
 Like shrieks of horror on the i ud : 
 
 Within, the lustre of a light, 
 
 Like Israel's pillar-flame at night ! 
 
 No mystic seer looks upward now 
 
 In stars to read his destiny : 
 We watch the flame's pure vestal glow 
 
 Shine like a beacon, steadfastly, 
 And read our fireside cheering lore 
 Imaged in light upon the floor. 
 
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 SNOW. 
 
 Fall, like poaoe, gossamer snow ! 
 While the searching winds are roaming abroad ; 
 Fall, in your wealth, on the world below. 
 Like a blessed balm from God ! 
 
 Fall like kisses upon the earth, 
 That is cold and cheerless, and full of woe, 
 And fill its heart with a sense of mirth, 
 Silent and loving snow ! 
 
 Fall in your wonderful purity, 
 Fair as a bride's unsullied dress ; 
 Fall from the heaven's immensity. 
 On our autumn dreariness. 
 
 Fall like a lover's phantasy. 
 
 That the heart of a maiden might yearn to know j 
 
 Fail like a loving memory 
 
 On a soul o'crladcn with woe. 
 
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SNOW. 
 
 Fall like the light of an infant's smile, 
 That sweetly beams for a mother alone ; 
 Fall like hope, when it dawns awhile 
 On a doubting heart of stone. 
 
 Fall like tears that leave us resigned 
 When the soul submits to a hapless doom ; 
 Fall like light that falls on the blind, 
 On a life o'er-steeped in gloom. 
 
 Fall like the bounties God has given. 
 While the mournful winds are piping abroad j 
 Fall like the hints we have of Heaven, 
 Like a blessed balm from God ! 
 
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 SHORT DAYS. 
 
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 Over the pale cnist of the ermine snow 
 The wind is roaming, chilled with winter's breath, 
 And the dim waning days seem touched with woe 
 For Autumn's lingering death. 
 
 They gather varied hours in their train, 
 And lay them in the stillness of the past, 
 And o'er the fitful visions of the brain 
 Their broken shadows cast. 
 
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 The evenings lengthen as the days subside, 
 Deepening and broadening to the peaceful night, 
 Like tender shadows, tempering as they hide 
 The noonday's garish light. 
 
 And dull with scowling clouds and fretful skies. 
 The little days pass onward to their bourne — 
 Life's shadowy landmarks, to our saddened eyes, 
 But vanished haze of morn ! 
 
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SHORT DAYS. 
 
 The hours shrivel as we vainly try 
 To grasp their fruits within our feeble hold ; 
 Their -glow and bloom and beauty seem to die 
 In winter's piercing cold. 
 
 lessening days that silently depart ! 
 Leave us the broader faith and larger hope, 
 So that the scarred and patient human heart 
 May love with fuller scope. 
 
 Yield us the deeper trust in human truth, 
 Show us the purer sky above the haze, 
 So that the nobler visions of our youth 
 May light our devious ways. 
 
 Banish the frost of doubt that numbs the heart, 
 Broaden the narrowing limits of life's road, 
 So may your fleeting presence still impart 
 A lasting love for God. 
 
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 THE ELIXIR OF SPRING. 
 
 Not in the bloom and music 
 
 That haunt the south wind's breath, 
 For the bloom may fade at midnight, 
 
 And the music be stilled in death ; 
 Not in the bursting fragrance 
 
 Of leaf, or bud, or flower, 
 For their beauty may be nipped and chilled 
 
 By the frost of a single hour : 
 
 But in my darling's heart, 
 
 Nestled in sunlight there, 
 Spring's spirit dwells apart 
 
 From Heaven and earth and air ! 
 Purer than vernal fragrance, 
 
 Brighter than vernal skies, — 
 In my darling's truth and beauty 
 
 There's spring that never dies I 
 
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MAY-TIME. 
 
 On the earth was a mist and torpor, 
 
 In our hearts the winter's chill, 
 And nature expectant for May-time, 
 
 With wearisome watching was still ; 
 When odorous south winds came freighted 
 
 With messages sweet from warm skies, 
 And the beauty and flush of the May-time 
 
 Startled all with a joyous surprise I 
 
 A lute-sounding voice in the woodland, 
 
 A whisper that swells to a trill, 
 As the wandering birds pipe their joyance 
 
 In the land that is dear to them still ! 
 On the boughs are the dead leaves of autumn, 
 
 Like regrets in the May-time of man ; 
 New tendrils may sprout, birds may carol, 
 
 But there's always a leaf sere and wan. 
 
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MAY-TIME. 
 
 The musical shower of rain-drops 
 
 Is laden with warmth strangely sweet, 
 That wakens the buds from their torpor, 
 
 And quickens dead grass at our feet. 
 beauty unfolding from darkness ! 
 
 life bursting forth from decay I 
 Earth's type of the Godly Immortal, 
 
 Soaring free from the dross and the clay. 
 
 The river has broken its cerements 
 
 Its corpse-like beauty has fled ; 
 With throes like the starts of a maniac. 
 
 It lashes the ice from its bed ; 
 Its breast seems upheaving its vengeance 
 
 For shackles the winter laid on, 
 As it fearlessly breaks every barrier 
 
 With the force of a Phlegethon. 
 
 prodigal sunshine of May-time I 
 
 Eejoicing, we bask in thy noon, 
 And our hearts like the wandering robins 
 
 Shall warble a rapturous tune : 
 The sadness of autumn has faded. 
 
 The dearth of the winter has gone 
 And our souls, like the young birds, are thrilling 
 
 With hopes and with joys newly born ! 
 
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MAY-TIME. 
 
 Let the ice round the heart melt and vanish^ 
 
 Dispel the crabbed wisdom of years, 
 And cherish the yearnings that come from 
 
 Our May-time of smiles and of tears ; 
 And flowers shall bloom neath the snow-drifts, 
 
 And toil-stricken man hope again ; 
 So the songs and the joys of the May-time 
 
 Need not speed to this sad world in vaini 
 
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 SUMMER CALM. 
 
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 The calm that follows when the air 
 With gushing melody is rent, 
 
 Seems to surround me everywhere, 
 And makes the silence eloquent I 
 
 The dying cadence of a tune 
 
 In echoes seems to float alone. 
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 Imparting to the summer noon 
 The lulling sweetness of a song. 
 
 Above, the deepening azure bends,— 
 A firmament of endless space ; 
 
 On earth the summer glory blends 
 Its calmdd loveliness and grace. 
 
 A twitter in the silent air 
 
 Of some wild bird that finds no rest, 
 Like a drear thought that comes to stir 
 
 And rack with pain the peaceful breast. 
 
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StJMMER CALM. 
 
 The festooned arms of shrub and tree 
 
 Droop in their beauty on the sod, 
 And waving elms in majesty 
 
 Flash in the sunshine of their God ! 
 
 The firs and pines, a brotherhood, 
 Green with the summers that have flown, 
 Lend to the perfect quietude 
 A hallowed beauty of their own; 
 
 A lazy river glides along, 
 
 Like a pure calm that threads the life 
 Of one who cannot dream of wrong, 
 
 Nor heeds the world's surrounding strife, 
 
 A beauty sleeps within the dells ; 
 
 Along the undulating shore, 
 A drifting calm of summer dwells, 
 
 That seems to lull the river's roar. 
 
 The incense of the fields goes forth 
 
 Lightly and fleetly ; like a bliss 
 That noiseless wends upon our path, 
 
 And leaves no trace of weariness. 
 
 And so the over-joyous hours, 
 
 Linked with sweet calms throughont the day, 
 Proop like the fainting summer flowers, 
 
 And float in twilight cahu away. 
 
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 SUMMER CALM. 
 
 *Tis but a glimpse of summer skies^ 
 A passing dream of summer days, 
 
 Glimmering o'er our mortal eyes 
 In twilight glooms and broken rays ;— 
 
 Until the perfect summer-breaks 
 Upon the pure soul's happiness, 
 
 When the dream shifts, and man awakes 
 To ever-during calm and bliss. 
 
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 INDIAN SUMMER. 
 
 With dying splendor on her face, 
 Her robes of beauty laid aside, 
 The heotio Summer sighs to glide 
 
 From the flushed earth, to yield a place 
 
 To the dry foliage sere and gold. 
 And trees whose rugged arms are bare, 
 And the shrill moanings of the air, 
 
 And the dim glories of the wold. 
 
 Unnatural silence, like a pall, 
 
 Inwraps the ^orld, and the sun streami, 
 In mellow waves oi' glinting gleams, 
 
 A saintly splf ador ever all. 
 
 Hushfc is the wind, — disconsolate 
 That summer glories all should die, 
 While the calm azure of the sky 
 
 Looks down in vhrondd, regal state ! 
 
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INDIAN SUMMER. 
 
 And grand old maples upward gaze, 
 Like sentinels upon the road, 
 As if they mused of nature's God, 
 
 Who crowns them with a myriad rays. 
 
 No summer sun shall pour his hearas 
 Like those that flood my path to-day ; 
 Pallid and beautiful each ray, 
 
 Like shapings of our sweetest dreams. 
 
 youthful prime! golden hours ! 
 Ephemeral glories that have flown ; 
 future yearnings mellowed down. 
 
 Yet tinted with the hue of flowers 1 
 
 tempered sunlight 1 happy calms, 
 When nature sleeps, or wakes to see 
 The hours gliding silently, 
 
 O'er-loaded with a myriad balms. 
 
 Around our hearts the sunshine waves, 
 A calmed splendor, like the morn. 
 While summer airs anew are born. 
 
 To sigh amid the flowerets' graves. 
 
 golden moments touoht with balm I 
 Temper Fate's hostile storms abroad, 
 Instill a tranquil hope in God, 
 
 And in our lives infuse your calm. 
 
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FALLING LEAVES. 
 
 Gleam, autumn sun, "with mellow light, 
 Blow, autumn winds, throughout the day; 
 
 For everywhere are death and blight, 
 Where'er I tread my way. 
 
 gather all the falling leaves, 
 
 And spare them ; for they soon must die, 
 While solemn nature mourns, and weaves 
 
 Their funeral lullaby. 
 
 The stricken leaves are but a part 
 
 Of ^1 the death and misery — 
 The helpless soul — the hopeless heart — 
 
 That everywhere I see. 
 
 The autumn flickers ere it dies. 
 Like a pale light that waxeth dim ; 
 
 And nature, with her myriad sighs, 
 Pours forth a plaintive hymn. 
 
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FALLING LEAVES. 
 
 Better to die in golden dress, 
 
 Bathed in the noonday's eheering l^ht, 
 Than live in utter loneliness, 
 
 And die in gloom and night. 
 
 leaves I yre loved you when the song 
 Of birds vraked music, as ye olltve 
 
 And murmured minstrelsy among 
 The branches stout and brave; 
 
 Or when the twilight flung around, 
 Like dreams of softer meaning then, 
 
 A tender gleam upon the ground, 
 A haze throughout the glen. - 
 
 But now, we miss you, for ye were 
 OtLT music on a summer's day ; 
 
 No sound steals thro' this autumn air 
 Like your sweet roundelay. 
 
 Beautiful ids ye lie in de^ith, 
 
 Th' Almighty's hand has mat ye Kbfth, 
 The sport of every wanton breath, 
 
 To strew the paths of earth. 
 
 My idle fancies shell have floWn, 
 Wild hH the leates along the foad, 
 
 While every gu«5t of wind wafts down 
 To uie pure thoughts of God 1 
 
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 A MADRIGAL. 
 
 Open the window, darling, 
 
 And welcome the breath of Spring, 
 For the spirit of Joy is abroad, 
 
 And gladdens each sentient thing t 
 My heart is drear as the wintry earth 
 
 Shrouded in bleakest night, 
 But thou canst banish its frosted cares. 
 
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 Open the window, darling ; ,, - 
 
 I hear the gush of a song, 
 •That comes from the beautiful spring-time, 
 
 Flitting, like Hope, along. 
 My heart is sad as an autumn morn, 
 
 Before the winter's blight, 
 But thou canst scatter its sorrowful mistt, 
 
 Spirit of Joy and Light 1 
 
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A MADRIQAL. 
 
 Open the window, darling, 
 
 For nature's heart is glad ; 
 There is no space on the jubilant earth 
 
 For memories drear and sad ; 
 Our God may temper, with shades of woe. 
 
 The hour's silvery flight, 
 But thou canst cheer the drooping soul, 
 
 Spirit of Hope and Light ! 
 
 Open the window, darling ; 
 
 The air which roams abroad. 
 Life-giving, pure, and fragrant. 
 
 Is surely a breath from God ! 
 Love me with all thy sweetness, ; v 
 
 And cast forth into the night 
 The joyless thought within my soul, 
 
 Vernal spirit of Light ! 
 
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 Leave me, ye fancies, - - 
 
 And wander where ye will, 
 
 And my hopes shall make the music 
 In the lingering echoes still ! 
 
 The 71010 may hold no promise, 
 The past is dim and vain, 
 
 But every thought that haunts me 
 Will shape itself again. 
 
 In a garb more fair and comely, 
 
 In colours lovelier far. 
 When all God's truths are clearer, 
 
 And my visions loftier are. 
 
 When a nobler purpose guides me 
 
 Along life's mazy road, 
 When its lessons bring me nearer " 
 
 To the wondrous ways of Qod I 
 
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 When the pulses of my being 
 Throb with fires pure and "true, 
 
 And life takes grander meanings 
 From the promised land in view I 
 
 For we all stand on Mount Pisgah, 
 And Hope is pointing there 
 
 To a world of glorious promise, 
 To an ideal, wondrous fair ! 
 
 And tho' eyes weep with watching, 
 And hearts are aching still. 
 
 Our visions make life's music, 
 Liet them wander where they will. 
 
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