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V/^<- The '* Ladies' Aid " in connection with >^^ the new Presbyterian ChuK'h, OrilHa, this Httle work is respedlfuUy dedi- cated, By the Author, yPf/?5. GEO. MCKINNELL. Orillia, May, i88^. '^S:^Sk^^Sk^S^^S:^^^^S:dSk^ ■^^•i^jt-. ti(R tiMKs PtTftLisiiiMo Company, Winters. PubliNhers and Enjfravers, ORILLU, ONT4 \ 0-^ ■■t,iraifafe„ THE MAPLE-LEAF BANNER. WRITTEN FOR THE FIRST DOMINION DAY. iISE, patriot brothers ! our standard is reared ; Proudly the Maple Leaf floats on the wind. ^Come ! 'tis your country calls; will you refuse, lUd stand like poor fettered slaves coldly behind ? ir Country ! — proud word ! what noble desires 'hrill through our soul as it falls on our ear ; idly to raise her we'll spend every power, ►r die in defence of an idol so dear. ue, on Antiquity's worm-eaten page, *Mid noble old nations, we trace not our name ; t we stand here to-day a young giant in strength, nd the Future shall thrill with the trump of our fame. |e boast not of castles, grown hoary with age, /Vhere blood-thirsty tyrants proud state have main- tained ; r have we those dungeons — those foul darksome cells, here the good and the noble have perished enchained. c 4 'IHIC MAPLIC-LlIAl' BANNKR. When we boast of the ancient, 'tis nature's own *^i([i The broad swelhn^' river and cataract ^aand — While forests f^rown old, ere their castles were rearci In primeval grandeur still stud our fair land. A few fleetinsj years, and the Indian alone Roamed these forests of ours as free as the air A I ace that were born 'neath the maple's green shade^ .^^^ Could die, but a conqueror's chains never wfar.^^-i • And we, who novv breathe the same soul-freeing ^ j . And taste of the freedom their hearts held sode.^ }^„^, May bow to that nation we're bound to by love, Uqh p But never to one that would rule as through fee- Side by side with a flag which oppression has stainerk^j^ Our Maple Leaf Banner shall ne'er be unfurled ! ^^ \^q\ And should foreign foe break the peace of our short ^^ ^q Down, down in the dust shall his standard be hurlc^i^^ij. \ iy Lil Rise! sons of the Maple Leaf! Aid us to day ,ndty In kindling around a patriot flame ; Let us dwell on the deeds of Canadian might Cin 1 r Till glowing hearts thrill at the sound of her nam^^d cr And ye, who have chosen this land as your own, fo Er 'Tis your country invites ! Respond to her call !\Vhile The hand of a brother we offer to epch, b While the Maple Leaf Banner floats over us alb rier t; As yo \nd ^ Sofa t \ s own ^r'lft iJ^nind — |NNere rear r land, e s the air : een shade 3ver wp^er BRITAIN. "JKITAIN ! though tyrants thy power may fear, ajThine is the sway that each freeman holds dear ; -freein" Well may thy children exult in thy name, leld sod ^^ proudly abroad thy glory proclaim ! by love ^^ ^^^^ ^^^^^ "^^^' *^^ ^^^ ^^ unfurled, irouLdi f '^^^ pride of each Briton, fair queen of the world ! unfur'^dT*^^^^^ tyranny's claims make bleeding hearts burn, four *h ' ^^ ^^^'P ^"^1 ^°^ sympathy where shall they turn, rd b h T^'^* ^^ ^^^^^ favored spot where the meanest are fret ? "^ ^'^heir hoper. must all centre, Britannia, in Thee — >y Liberty's side thou hast taken thy stand, ' "^y .nd tyrants must yield to thy conquering hand. 'jlS"ht ^ind nature was pleased at creation to smile, I her naniiid crown thee with beautv, thou fair little isle ! ur own, To England she granted soft graces untold, her call .'sVhile Scotland she tilled with the stern and the bold ; er us alLfier task well completed, no fault could she see. As you lay like a gem encased in the sea. ^nd where shall we turn for a spot up;)n earth, So famous for scenes of historical worth ? ''i BRITAIN. H Enclosed like a staf^^e by Atlantic's broad wave, -, Strange parts in thy midst have been played by t) brave, p. And we who now stand where our forefathers stoof. May thank them for liberty bought with their bloo Thou hast shown to the world the two may agrce-V The monarch supreme yet the people left free ; '-^ And to thy favored children the task has been givci Of spreading abroad the glad tidings of Heaven. May the Ruler of nations' all powerful hand, Ever keep thee in safety, beloved native land ! 5 n( :he| ^1< th Vna . tra The il 1 Th; ive Th til lei Tl on A [a. V PATRIOTISM. hand, ''e land! road wave, played by ti^ * trust not the man who feels no emotion, ^ When the name of his country falls on his ear ; e/athers stoo.^^^^^^ ^^^ ^^^^ ^^^ soul's wildest devotion, ith their blooi*^^^ ^^^^^^^ "^^ *^^* ^^^^ ^^'^^^ lands the most dear, got by the brave, by the poet unsung, 3 may a£>-ree- name with his breath permitted to perish, Jeft free • -^^ slave who can say, when the war-trump is rung as been 'i'iwi ^^ ^^^^ ^^ "^^ ^^^^ ^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ ^^ cherish." * Heaven 5 not to the bloodthirsty spoiler of empires 7he name and the fame of a hero belong ; filone to that holy name truly aspires, V^ho saves with his blood his country from wrong; th guardians like him to watch o'er her borders, V nation in peace may contentedly dwell — • traitors at home, no foreign marauders, The proud tale of victory ever shall tell. 1 1 Freedom, be pleased with thy presence to cheer That brave little band who, on Italy's plains, ave sworn by the name to a patriot most dear, Their country to free from oppression's fell chains. ii ! may success crown their struggles with glory, While they by their deeds show a right to be free; .len all shall exclaim, who read their brave story, That Roman descendants true Romans can be ! ome, bright Sun of Liberty, shine with full power, And banish for ever Oppressions dark night ! [ay the brave and the noble bless the bright hour, When Might shallnolonger contend against Right 1 ♦s*' ' * A WELCOME TO OUR "PRINCE." Wi yov .t n iel( Inl ofl ) us 'ill WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE PRINCE OF W. VISIT TO CANADA, i860, j-g Vndl OUNG Prince! a loyal nation longs to lAnd thee, e as One that will act no false or fawning part ; Eac Here streams of fulsome praise shall never great t; hen But the honest welcome of each glowing hear And We've loved thee for thy mother's sake alone. But when we see thee face to face, ^^cr The homage of each heart shall be thine own, g^j Won by that potent charm — thy youthful gn^iiei He We cannot point thee to the sculptured tombs hen Of mighty monarchs, who have trod this staj;Ov Our day of glory in the future looms, In Our children's name shall fill Fame's brightest pa; A We have no works of man of which we're proud, No classic temple famed in history's lore ; We glory in the mighty cataract foaming loud And giant forests old in days of yore. A WELCOME TO OUR "PRINXE." ^RrNC n. )/ 'RiNCE OF ^^' we will show thee what thou lov'st to see — youthful nation straining every nerve, .t in each great and noble work to be, ielding to none but those she loves to serve. ! nought but willing service can we pay, o fetters forged by man shall bind our will : ) us of freedom and we pine aw^^y, 'ill in the grave each noble heart lies still. Jonjrg re blooms in genial soil the English Rose, ^nd side by side old Scotia's Thistle see, hile Erin's Shamrock luxuriantly grows, ^o lAnd twines its leaves with Gallic ^cur de-lis. e ask not strangers what their native land — ning part ; Each leal true man a brother we can call, lever great then here they join our great fraternal band, lowing heai And Albion's banner floats above them all. r's sigh ; And where affliction's waters roll, That spot Id cheer with harmony. Then striking louder, firmer strings, On Honors path I'd pour my praise. Till the young soul should plume its wings, To noble deeds in answer to my lays. My notes in gentler numbers roll, The joys of mutual love my theme; To paint that tie of heart and soul, Too weak and poor all words I deem. ill } ! 22 MY WISH. From these I glide to Friendship's bhss, That tie too seldom felt, alas ! So dead have men become to this. Nought but self-love with them will pass, * * * -ir- * Then anon a merry strain, Bursts upon the summer air — Welcome Pleasure, banish pain. Life should not be lost in care. i Let all harmless mirth abound — The merry jest, the cheerful smile. Pass the cup of gladness round. Let not sighs he heard awhile. But ril stop the roUing wave. Of my fancy running wild. Give me but the boon I crave, Apollo, own me as thy child. liV., \- TRUE PLEASURE. B ROT HER, precious hours you're wasting, False enjoyment to obtain ; Pleasure to be worth the tasting, Must be free from sting of pain. Can you call that feeling pleasure. Which the drunkard's cup imparts ; Nay, it falls beneath the measure. For 'tis linked with broken hearts. See the lonely miser wasting All his life to gather gold ; Joyless to the tomb he's hasting, Poor in love, with wealth untold. Mingle with the festive throng, Lightly tripping in the dance. Watch them as they glide along. Heavy looks will meet your glance. Sadly then you turn away, Sick of all the scenes of earth ; Pleasure's but a dream, you say, Nought below can give it birth. .JSTP'k^ a 24 TRUE PLEASUKJi. But there is a fount of pleasure Open to the good and true, None on earth its depths can measure, And its charms are ever new. 'Tis not confined to rank or race, Nor to the sons of earth alone ; Angels, as ministers of grace. Rejoice its joys to call their own. Wouldst find it ? Seek the mourning heart Bowed down beneath a load of grief ; There act the sweet consoler's part, To all its woes give kind relief. Visit the house of abject need. Sunk in despair its inmates he ; The naked clothe, the hungry feed, With gentle hand and pitying eye. Go find the friend by chance estranged, Who's learned to pass you coldly by ; Tell him that you are still unchanged. While love and truth beam from your eye. Thus imitating love Divme, The light of love on others throw. And perfect Pleasure shall be thine, While thrills of Jdy thy so..! shall know. ]^ 1 lli THE COMET. LJUNDREDS of years, they say, old friend, have J I passed ' Since last thy shining face was seen ; Where has thy lonely, wand'ring lot been cast ? Tell us what wondrous sights thou'st seen. How dost thou guide thy stronge, erratic way. Through all the boundless realms of space ? 'Midst hosts of circling worlds thy path must lay, Yet no confusion dost thou raise. Have any new-made planets seen the light ? Roll all the old ones still the same ? Which of our learned astronomers are right, Who analyse thy tail of flame ? Perchance thou'st been close to old Sol's bright face, And can explain to us his spots ? When on his glories thou didst turn thy gaze, What were the planets but mere dots ? Are anv other worlds like this, our earth ? What living creatures on them dwell ? Are they of mortal or angelic birth ? We long to hear all thou canst tell. Ill fc ^iSf - 26 THE COMET. Describe to us their manner and their dress— Do they m au^ht resemble ours ? Can they in language all their thoughts express, Ur have their souls electric powers ? A thousand questions I could bring before ye And all my ignorance confess ; But havmg no desire to bore ye I almost wish that I'd said less. And now farewell, my talking is in vain, It seems on silence thou'rt resolved ; l^ut ere thy journey brings thee here again borne of these questions will be solved P ( FAREWELL TO "MY PIPE." /^ ND so, my pipe, the hour has come. That bids me tear myself from thee : Next to my heart, no more thy home, My waistcoat fob no more thoult see. With pleasure, oft my Hps have press'd Thy nut-brown, dirty-looking^ stem ; But ladies' lips in coral dress'd, Reject the kiss thou shar'st with them. The odor of thy nauseous breath Math stupified full lon^^ my bram : I bid thee now farewell till death, Without one bitter sigh of pain. For now I think on't, thou hast been No friend to beauty, purse or health; I wonder how I could be seen Turning to smoke my hard-earned wealth. My teeth, once white, alas ! you've brown'd, And wrapt my brains in clouds of smoke ; Too long a slave vou held me bound. But, thank the" gods ! the spell is broke. I FAREWELL TO "MY PIPE." No more for me need Cubans grow a7 i'','"P*'"S^ but enslaving? weed • With hfe-sustammg, wholesome seed. But yet poor pipe, 'tis hardly fair 1 hee to reproach with all the s/n • P^,''*°f the guilt I surely bear ' Who placed the pois'nous weed within. So now farewell, old piece of clay, A I rn 'P ""^^ ^' ^ monument, ^ Th ? K^"P°'' }° P°'"t the wa; That beauty, health and money went wmmssm TRUE MANLINESS. A MAN ! Is it that dandy, dressed M In fashion's latest style, / With unexceptionable vest, And coat of softest pile ? Symmetric beauty dwells perchance In feature and in Hmb, And artists see, with well-trained glance, Apollo's form in him. The rose just tints his well-formed face, The lily decks his hand, His bow is full of courtly grace, His smile beams sweet and bland ; Yet, when you gaze into his eyes. You feel no power can E'er make his selfish soul arise To deeds that stamp him man ! Think you such dainty things as these Are fit to work and fight, 'Gainst fate and fortune's adverse breeze, With true heroic might ? No ! manhood dwells not in the form, Nor in the perfect face ; But in the heart that's true and warm, Though homely be its case. 4 30 True manliness. A man ! Yes, 'tis that noble one, That honest, open heart, Whose gen'^rous tongue can ne'er be won To act a sland'rous part. 'Mid dangers, as a hon brave, His courage they but prove ; No fetters can his soul enslave, But fond ones forged by love. His hands, perchance, with toil are brown, No beauty decks his face, But gaze into his eyes, far down You find a form of grace ; A soul adorned by Heavenly skill — A gem, whose rays so bright, Transform the face, and seem to fill The whole with mystic light. You gaze into the soul-lit face, And feel that manhood dwells Within that form, though outward grace No flattering story tells. Would that each one who wears the form Would bear the spirit, too. Of perfect man, and thus transform The false to all that's true. MAY. /^OME with thv smiling face, V Emblem of youthful grace— N Fairy-like May; Haste with fresh wreaths of flowers, Decking our summer bowers, Drying up April's showers— Sunny-eyed May. Hail to thy joyous reign, Mount Winter's throne agam— Merry Queen May; Wake, with thy kindUng glance, Earth from her wintry trance, To join in the mazy dance- Graceful young May. Summon thy fauy band. Shuttle and silk in hand- Fair maiden May; Let ev'ry fay be seen, Weaving a robe of green. Decking the summer scene— Thrice welcome May. 32 MAY. Call forth the feathered choir, Sweetly each tongue inspire — • Gent'e-voiced May; Bid ev'ry rippling stream Wake from its winter's dream, To dance in the sunny gleam — Light-hearted May. Come, throw thy mystic pow'r O'er ev'ry drooping flow'r — Spell-weaving May ; Visit each human heart, Bid carping care depart. The springtide of joy impart — Long wished for May. FAREWELL TO SUMMER. INGasweet requiem— Summer is dead ! jHer brief hours of beauty and snnli^^ht are tied ; ^ We siL-h for her smiles, but our si^^hsare m vam— We must bow in submission to winter's stern reign. \h ! who does not pine for those sweet woodland J bowers, - ^ Embosomed in leaves with soft carpets of flowers, What dreamy delight our spirits found there, In our fav'rite pursuit, building castles in air. The streams seemed to ripple and murmur in song, As gaily they danced in the sunlight along: While soothingly borne on each zephyr was heard (The hum of the bee, or the song of the bird. There free from life's care, we lay in the arms Of Nature, and drank in the spell of her charms ; But soon, ah ! too soon, winter changes the scene, |And bleak silence reigns where these beauties na\e been. Farewell, gentle summer, we cease to complam, Hope paints in the future thy coming again; When the earth, which now shrinks beneath wmter s cold hand, , Shall burst into Ufe at the touch of thy wand. GRANDFATHER'S LAST EVENING. \/^ES ! children, place me at the cottage door, I And let me take a long, last look around. For ninety years I've viewed this landscape o'er, And listened to yon streamlet's murmuring sound; There's not an object that my eye rests on. But calls to mind some half-forgotton tale. Linked with loved ones who long ago have gone To their last home in yonder grassy vale. That giant elm that overhangs the gate, My father set when I was but a boy ; Spring after spring did I and sister Kate Watch its increasing size with mutual joy. It seems but yesterday since both were laid Beneath the shade of yonder village spire ; My pretty Kate, a gentle blue eyed maid. And thou, a hale old man, mine honored sire. Under our cherished tree, in manhood's prime, I wooed and won my sweet, my own Mabel; Our trysting tree, 'twas there at evening time We met, our tales of love and joy to tell. And when I brought her home my happy bride, I planted yonder graceful scented Hme, And called it hers. She too has left my side. While I alone have watched the flight of time. gkandI'AThkk's last evening. 39 hat shady little grove of sycamores, ]l'dc\\ stands to mark a precious loved one's birth ; leath spared the trees, but passing through our door, Carried three dear ones from the cares of earth. |say, darlings, do not weep, it cheers my heart tc call to mind that happy little band ; Viie, it is hard for you below to part, Hut they await me in yon happy land. [Twas thus the old man breathed his long farewell To that familiar spot that saw his birth ; ind ere again the evening shadows fell, He bade adieu to all he loved on earth. #. SPEECH OF THE MOONBEAM. CULLED FROM NATURE'S LAST ANNUAL REPORT. 1 I AlTH sylph-like grace, the maid arose, \XJ Her fleecy veil was backward thrown, While tiny stars, a glittering host. Hung round her waist, a sparkling zone. She spoke, and every listener bent To catch her voice of music rare. While hearts and eyes in homage bowed, To face and form so wondrous fair. "Tis not my lot," said she, "to boast, Like ' Sunbeam,' of my varied flight ; My humbler task, with gentle ray To cheer the darksome hours of night. When bird and bee have sunk to rest, And nature lies in balmy sleep, I wander forth, with footfall light. And o'er their rest a vigil keep. Soon as my rays illume the earth. And o'er the lake my glances play, A merry troop of Fays trip forth, And lightly dance the hours away. SPEECH OF THE MOONBEAM. With sculptor's skill, I scatter round Strange statues, full of antique grace, While o'er the ground, in shadows quaint, Pictures of beauteous form I trace. Oft in the hours of calm repose I fondly watch soft upturned eyes, And bear their prayers for loved onts' weal Upon my breast within the skies. O'er weary souls, bowed down with care, That dare not raise their eyes above, I shed around my tenderest rays. And whisper of a Father's love. Mine is the light that lovers prize. When side by side they fondly rove, Lost to the present, wrapt in bliss, Exchanging vows of mutual love. Cheered by my smile, with quicken'd step The traveller plods the lonely road, While by my aid he fondly hopes To reach once more his loved abode. But I could tell of fearful scenes — The wail of woe, the shriek of pain — Where all my softening powers I tried, But tried, alas ! to prove them vain. And now, with thanks for interest shown. To one so little skilled in speech, I'll take my seat, well pleased to hear Of regions I can never reach." 3.7 _ THE SUNBEAM'S REPORT. AS PRESENTED AT DAME NATURE'S LAST ANNUAL] MEETING. TtlEN uprose a sprite, their attention to claim—] The son of old Sol, young Sunbeam by name, With such laughing good humor his eyes seemed to dance That his list'ners smiled as they caught his bright^- glance. My Report, my dear friends, I would bring in with | joy; But you know, at the best, I'm a wandering boy— From planet to planet so swift was my flight. That the notes of my travels I never could write. But my memory's good — vouchsafe me your ear, Some results of my journeys I'll strive to makeclear. I flew to the North, where the long night had been. And I changed the pale snow to glittering sheen ; 1 breathed on the icicles, bade them depart. And softened awhile e'en the iceberg's cold heart. My mission completed, I hastened away To soft Southern regions, where bland zephyrs play: There flowers sprang up, my coming to greet. And loaded the air with their perfumes so sweet ;- THE sunbeam's report. 35 Their clustering blossoms encountered my rays, And blushed into loveliness under my gaze; I touched with my lips the fruit as it hung, And fountains of nectar through tiny veins sprung; I played 'mid the locks of fair children's hair. And made older hearts for a while forget care. Through veils and 'neath shades I crept as by stealth. And painted the cheek with the fresh glow of health ; Away to the city 'mid smoke, dirt and din. Where seemed scarce a place for me to creep in ; But I peeped into windows, and many a room I robbed of its curtain of shadowy gloom ; I lighted on sick-beds, and faces so pale Brightened up with a smile my presence to hail. Round wan women's fingers I lingered and danced, And faster and faster the bright needle glanced ; The poor city flowers I kissed into bloom. And weary ones smiled as they caught the perfume. Then away through the air to a dark low'ring cloud, That hung o'er the earth like a funeral shroud; After vainly endeav'ring to force my way through, I lined it with silver, and bade it adieu. 1 smiled on the raindrops, as onward I sprung. And, lo ! in the heavens a bright bow was hung ; But 'twill weary your patience to attend to the rest, The spots I have brightened, the hearts I have blest; So, with thanks for attention, at once I give way. On the qui vive to hear what sweet Moonbeam may say. To MY UTILE DAUGHTER, f^ ND art thou gone, my beauteous flower^ Sweet little bud of purest hue ; !Ieart-sick I count each weary hour, Missing all in missing you. Oftimes each day, with sudden start I've heard thy little fairy feet. And turned to clasp thee to my heart. Turned but the empty air to meet. Thy voice so full of gladsome mirth Still on mine ear like music rings, But oh, that sound is hushed on earth. Death swept the chords and snapped the strings. Oh, cruel blast, that shook my bower. And robbed me of its joy and pride ; Oh, darksome clouds that o'er me lower. Can ye a silvery lining hide. Forgive, O, Lord, that murmuring cry. And lull my throbbing heart to rest ; Give me on faith's strong wings to fly, And pierce the regions of the blest, To MY LITTLE DAUGHTER. There, in the gardens of the Lord, My Uttle flower transplanted stands; There where thy brightest gems are stored. My darhng rests in loving hands. Oh, Father, guide my waMd'ring feet. Till I shall join thy ransomed bands. Where, 'mid the throngs, my glad eyes meet, To welcome me, my dear one stands. 41 strmgs. iit^:-- "•.■■■A-.i^.^ COUSIN HAL UPON "LOVE." f} H 1 no, my Kate ; it needs no sage's eye to see, '^l Your heart is still untouched ; your fancy free ; *» \\ju could not, bee-like, sip from flower to flower, And call th^^t love that changes with each passing hour. No, Coz ; the soul that's truly loved, I've ever found) Deems e'en its near approach as holy ground ; Ne'er joins in jesting at the scars another wears; Too conscious of the wound its own heart bears. ^Tis love inspires the Poet's glowing quill. And gi\es the painters's hand its magic skill; Bestows upon the world heroic deeds untold, For 'neath its sway e'en woman's heart grows bold» Have you not read, dear Kate, in mythologic lore. Of her, who, formed by gods, perfection bore In beauty's mould, and yet a spark of heavenly fire Was needed every beauteous feature to inspire. 'Tis ever so, though peerless beauty decks the per- fect face ^Tis love invests the whole with touching grace ; Nay, morC) a face that beauty's tribute never dared to claim. Grows fair beneath the glow of love's all potent flame. COUSIN HAL UPON ^^LOVE.'* 47 The dull eye kindles 'neath the spell of hidden joys, \nd music thrills within the soft impassioned voice, While every feature brightens up with new-born grace, . And loving eyes could gaze forever on that tace ; To one great end, Dear Kate, my fondest hopes as- That^mtne may be the task to touch thy heart with fire. JMlWitTT" YfTT^ J^'^Ui'? NIGHT. J OME, gentle night, unfold thy raven wing, V With loving care brood o'er a weary world ; >Thy soothing spells o'er tired nature fling, Wide ma}^ thy sombre banner be unfurled. Now toil-worn hands may fold themselves to rest^ And irksome thought vacate the student's brain ; Stern care no longer rack the unconscious breast, Nor sorrow rend the heart with shafts of pain. Whole nations sunk in slumber, sight most strange. Peasant and prince alike lie helpless now ; Sleep reigns — emblem of that great change That bids the proud and lofty head lie low. And now our roving fancy, unconfined, Whirls us with giant strides through unknown lands, Or pictures up scenes faded from our mind, And weaves its mazy web with magic hands. The weight of years is lifted from our head, We greet with lightsome hearts long-buried friends, But soon, too soon, these joyous dreams are fled. And waking griefs and cares the morning sends. NIGHT. 45 id; rest^ rain ; reast, in. strange. Tis thus, oh night, thy hours pass calmly on, To those who sleep the sleep of innocence ; Not so the wretch whose heart is smitten down With weight of guilt's o'erwhelming sense ; For him the night brings no soft ^veet repose He needs the busy day to drive off anxious thought, For night the low'ring clouds of woe disclose. And all his empty courage sinks to nought. Oh ' Father, ever keep my conscience clear, Then shall I welcome each returning night. Till death, with shadowy wing, draws near. And ushers in a day that knows no night. /n lands. friends, e fled, inds. MORN. P)1SE, blushing young Morn, come forth from thy IT bower, VAnd kiss with thy sweet Hps the dew from each flower ; Come bid them awake, unclose their bright eyes. While their breath mounts Hke incense in clouds to the skies. The earth waits to greet thee, smiles decking her face. As she listens to catch thy foot-fall of grace ; Though calmly she rests on the bosom of night. Thy coming, fair Morn, fills her heart with delight. The winds that through night seemed in anger to speak, Subside into zephyrs to fan thy soft cheek ; And the trees that so late by their fury were torn, Now gracefully bend to welcome young Morn. Hark ! from the forest sweet woodnotes arise, And fill with soft echoes the vault of the skies ; Each songster is striving who loudest can raise. The sweet morning song of gladness and praise. MORN. 43 The streams, that so pensively glide through the Now burst into ripples and sparkle with light ; While see 1 on their breasts scattered rose leaves are borne, ^ .. Meet off'ring to cast at the feet of young Morn. Up mortals, arise, and hail the fair maid ; Not last in the throng be your matm song paid ; She brings you a day— a gift straight from heaven, Its holiest use to you only is given. . :.— • \..-^i-.'.: -3m "•:*f**^^'-'"'^'"^ TO BOYS BOYS ! do you long for the trumpet of fame To blazon abroad the praise of your name ? Do you mean that the world shall be bettered by you, Keep these time-honored maxims for e\ n view. Be earnest in work — with a firm ready hand Go steadily forward, though troubles may stand Scattered thick o'er your path, dash them down one by one, And never give up till your task is well done. Be hopeful — the heart ever ready to faint, And the tongue always tuned to the voice of com- plaint, Ne'er belonged to the man who with spirit on fire, Bent his eagle-like course still higher and higher. Be truthful — the boy that descends to a lie, Has a poor, coward heart when danger is nigh ; Not such, the brave one, who, wdth unshrinking nerve, From the truth — the plain truth — no power can swerve. TO BOYS. 49 Be sober — men fly to the cup to inspire The flow of the soul with alcohol's fire ; Thousands have li\cd to bemoan the sad hour, "When conscience and brain were both seared by its power. Fix your eye on a niche in the Temple of Fame, And to gain that proud spot bend your soul's earnest aim, Rememb'ringthat if with the noblest you'd stand, Your goodness and greatness must go hand in hand. If waves of despondency roll o'er your soul. Think of the men who have reached th eir bright goal : A Watt or a Stephenson, names dear to fame ; Go trace out their footsteps, and walk in the same. " I FAREWELL 'TTlS those who've felt the pangs of absence, I Who parting sighs have often heard, * Alone can tell the depth of anguish That's borne upon the simple word — Farewell ! How often those whose hearts united Have owned for years (ove's kindly sway, By stern decree of fate divided, Are forced in broken tones to say — Farewell ! The lover, roused from blissful dreaming, Feels he must tear himself away, Looks in those eyes with love-light beaming, And, fondly ling'ring, dreads to say — Farewell ! The exile, from his home departing. Watches his loved ones in yon throng. Sadly he breathes the sigh of parting. And looks with tearful eye, a long Farewell ! FAREWELL. 51 When from loved brows the death-dews starting, Warn us the closing hour is nigh, We watch the pallid lips slow parting. Dreading to hear them faintly sigh — Farewell ! Oh ! happy land, where echo never Wakes to the now too common word ; There kindred souls no fate shall sever. And those who enter in have heard The last Farewell 1