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Anil thou haxt jtenurn H'hin thou art old; Tho' with (I nignard hand th/i bread be doled ; '/'/«/ few thi/ phiaxuren, oft and keen thi/ pahiH ; ( Yet, harhi;/ lore wit/iiu thi/ boxoin'x fold, While pit,/ to thi/ fiiniixhid heart retnainn;) If, when men suffer, thou i-aust feel their throes. And, when thou iiourjht eanst r/ive hast yet a tear ; Ij God hath made th< i sheinr of AJan's woes, — 7V»f/ r/reater far fhi/ sorrow maij appear, Thou hast a priceless ifift, he eannot hold. Whose Life is Pleasure, and whose God i3 Onld. CON'JKMS The Birds of the (;r,,ss What I'ri>nf.' Tlie Kiid of .s„ng All : Then-.' Tlie Difference The (;aiiaa 57 68 5U 60 00 01 «1 Oil 08 04 04 06 00 70 70 71 71 12 7a 73 75 TO 78 78 78 81 88 84 85 86 89 90 81 9S "«"« li.irne Hr„„k Song ^i-'i'liersons Kutreaty L/Uua ^ HooU Munis Tile Tlirush The Doves Victoria Tlie(irave Within My Heart , , 'I- Kpita,,h „f KeaL ' II is Also is Vanity When Doctor Luther Can.H The Making of .\,«„ ine Lonely Pine To the hiin Koot at ri lllossom My Hope is in Thee J lie Messfiiger An Autuninal llynin The Lobsterman To John Inirie At the Uethel The Prisoner of the lies Du .Saint Tie-Sonn^^Man, At.salon, War Mela„r|„l,„„ ^ Watch«o, 117 110 119 12.1 120 121 124 IL'B 127 120 I-'!" 1«0 l:!l 132 138 VU 186 137 138 143 144 145 146 147 The 1"^" '" ^'"^ >•»''« /.ula Terrill TJ'e vyi,ii,.p„„r.„,|, 1 '« Murmur of the ,-ines li.espauisi, A,„,a,Ja {"■^.'"•''"""''"laMd strait The Midnight Vijril Mountain and 1'„k All Autumnal Letter Whittier Tlie I'lea Felloivshii) Corn Of the Mountain 1 alestina To Madam Dreyfus Hymn Sung at the Dedication of Mary Moody Memorial Chapel ^acer ,lesu, ('are Christe ^ Harmony flail Celestial ('apers il mi Mis Uruss : " Sti/rl: /I'liii .' Stiirk liinii '. Sli/rl; laiiii '. " the foreiiiiist cried ; ••Stri'iiKthfii onrSaviorii. this crushing wiie '." It was the Hturk ; and, ever since tliat lumr. For strength and lijessing liath that liinl lieen named. Thi'n cried thn second, circling, in distress, '■'Si'dl liiiiii ! Sriil htiiii '. Si(tl Ikiiii .' " yet attain ; •' Refresli lliin ! 'tis our siifTi-rliic Savior dear! lieliokl lliiii dyinL' I '" 'Twai lie Swallow ..pake ; And ever since that liour t!-.e sons of men Look on the Swallow with a loving eye. Tlie Turtle-Dove came lluttering wlicii she saw OurKunVriiig Lords distress, and softly .. rVd: "Kuril : (til. Kiiric .' Oh, my dyiiij; lord V And dear the Turtle-Dove is to our heart. The Cross-bill came, and made a loud lament. Twisting his beak to pluck the nails away ; And well that bird shall evermore lie loved. Then darkly swept, upon ill-omened wing. One crying,— •' /'«f„ /i,((„ / y>,„ „ li,„ii .' " harsh and long ; Jl ^. •'i!>-^i^ 10 W^s 9wM ®f Whs ®rna)8. Punish and torture Him, who hangs accursed' That A rcli-decfiver, bidding on tlie tree '. " Then off he tlew : and, ever since that liour. The Lapwing (lies, a crying, evil bird, Low over earth upon a halting wing. Be comforted, ye sympathetic souls ! Who to thu pained your consolation bring, ' And to the hurt, your liealing ! Joy to you, Ye cheerful souls, who scatter wide your cheer ! Ye pitying ones, be loved ; for ever dear The generous spirit is to pitying man. But woe to you, bird of the doleful cry I And woe to you, scornful and saturnine. Vindictive and incriniinative soul. Who niakest thyself judge, and criest blame ! For thou art loved by neither God nor Man, Nor tindest mercy where thou Iiast not shown. ^ WHAT PROFIT ? ^11 : what avails to gild, to consecrate a crime ? What profit, all the blood-stained gold the Destinies would grudge us, If, after all, we die, scarred and outworn with Time, And God shall judge us ? ®!fi? MuM ®f illfi? ©roaa. 11 What good, at last, tliat we heap gain on gain. Where woman's woe and childliood's want with ^^»a':'•^o li->ve endued ^is; If, at tiie end, tliere wait tlie everlasting pain— The curse of Judas ? Ah, why woo hate and wratli, instead of love? Why vex our fellow-men, and slight our God, and grieve him ? Why harden moreour heart, while Jesus pkads above, — "Father, forgive liim .'" THE END OF SONG. Aiid sill riMy cm, tnuiiiphiiijr, The old citrthniunsion through Out iiiiirches the lust minsiiel ;— He IS the lust iimii, too, Anastatils Ghln. F SONG'S divine succession sweet. Say, can there ever be an end ? — Apollo's golden reign complete. The Muse's latest sonnet penned ? Nay, not while rosy Morning breaks. While Evening bat!)es her wings in dew; Not whil ,) from slumber Love awakes. And Heaven again makes all things new. Not till tlie Spring no more returns. And hushed is Robin's cheery note, 12 n And tio man more of .Snmmer learns From Hob-o -l.incoln's madcap throat. Not wliile tlie lihiebird's carol still From winter tluiils oi)r greening vale; Not while we Icnow our Whip-poor-will, Or ■• 'igland's Lark and Nightingale. Because our Sliakespeare lies in dust. Because our Milton sings no more, Fails Song's supreme, immortal trust,— Is her Iiarmonious mission o'er ? By all the passion of our heart, By all our yearnings, all our dreams, Suns may decline, and suns depart, Still on the sacred lustre streams. Still Music lives for waking ears. Still Beauty glows for opening eyes : The baid, the minstrel, disappears, The race of poets never dies. AH ! THEN ? HEN God the dust of my heart shall take His Rose and His Violet to make. My Soul, that dearer is to Him, Shall brighten 'mid His Cherubim. THE DIFFEKENCE. OWE'ER we deem of this or that, yet know. Much we t' Opinion, much to Custom owe. &;$ ©risaa, 13 r -fi^'^V tlie s tV And red ^ And gol. See ! yon Zenana-wonian, jiassing by, Veiled, yef disrobed almost unto tbe tbisli, Burns with tlie sense of slianie at the disgrace Of her i.nci.vered Knglish sister's face ; While the pale lady, in anstere dismay To meet her thus upon tlie public way, Exclaims,— "How dares she thus abroad to roam ! Why don-t she dress Iierself, or stay at home?" THE C'ANADA-HIKD. i ssveet-scented Clierry is snowing. 1 red tlie Maple-keys are growing, I golden tlie Dandelion is blowing, I listen to hear the silence stirred By tUe—xirirt, sweet C(uut(la-bird. Other birds are here, and tl.jir song is sweet. But the voices cf Spring are not complete Till we hear liim Iiis golden notes repeat ;— Jrost liquid note ear ever heard. Of the— sweet, sweet, Cnnrtda-hird. O ,ae world seems dark, and the range seems narrow Of our life when the wintry winds do harrow; Hut 'tis changed with the note of the first Song-Sparrow I Our boundless, far-away dreams are stirred By t\\e—niiret, sweet, Canada-Bird. IMs silver clarion exalts the day. And his music chatmeth evening away,— 14 M Si!ji? ®r00a. Ay, niglit is broken by liis glad lay ! As If he could never enough be heard Our — nifect, nwcct, C'lnuda-Bird. NIAIJAKA. Will it he :i Xiiijiiira of wheel-pits ami tail. races and factorywastLs ? J. IIOKACF. Ml FAHI-AND, r TE VENEKABLE WATERS ! that declaim v2l Of lioar Antiquity and deeds remote, ^^ And from the hollow of that thundious thioat Breath'st thoujiht to put our shallow schemes to shame ! Before tlie Norsemen or Columbus came Westward across th" untried Atlantic wave ; Ay, ere the Red Sea saw tlie guiding Flame That led the hosts of Israel, thou didst rave With thy eternal tongue of fuming waters ! And shall the mongering hand of heedless men Witli scornful touch thy loveliness disdain ? Arise ! ye beauty-loving sons and daughters ! The Sovereign Spirit cf this vocal glen Shall give you thanks out of his awful fane! WHY WAR? H, MEN ! wherefore Red-h .nded War ? Must West and East ®!fe Slraa @f Mp CiraHa. 15 Ilaste tf) prepare The Uaveirs feast ? O Hrutliers I Say, Wliat need of fray '.' The Christmas Chimes Forbid, to-day. This first of crimes ! For what (Jold Fleece Hreak the World's peace ?- Let Argo's sail, III (iaul, or (ireece, For Love avail. Peace, broodingly II(dd land and sea ! On sea and shore, Let brothers be Foreverniore. O tcngiie 1 be still, That bodest ill '. The bitter Star Flames with wild will In wasting War ! Say, Britain : Say, America ! Will ye be friends ? A royal V/^A ! From heaven descends. Say, Germany ! And then, Cathay ! 16 Uk % mU mt ©fjr (Swaa. And thou, Japan I hear ye say, »V 11'//./, / Ijv -I A' .' SONG. ^"'"' ^'ov^'-Trh ""^''''^^ ="■" >- ^"" And ye wh„ renew the bright visions .,f JOlltll, Who dream not of Sea and of Forest in vain Come, seek the bold shores and green islands of Maine. C'iiorus : Come, Come, O ye weary ones, come • There's balm in^the winds and the waters of Ye brain-weary ones, j.ent in cities so long Come, revel in meadows of Summer and Song- W.ld rocks of >ravooshen by surfy seas chid And aU the delights of the calm Pema.,uid Chorus : Come, Come, O ye weary ones, come- ^"d rest in the bosom of calm Pemaquid. Come, pensive and gay ones, come, youtl,ful and old. Here are treasures uncounted, unpurchased of gold ; The glow of glad cheeks by the Sea's heaving plain, ^ The light of glad Maine. eyes 'mid the wild woods of HuhB (if Mki CsTcaa. 17 Chorus : Ci)me, (Collie, O ye weary ones, conie, Tlieros balm in the winds and wild waters of Maine. We will conip, sweet Jlavo(isIien, obeying your cnll : You have lasting deliglits, you have pleasures for all ; To your briijlit fall'ng river, your ocean-beat shore. The hearts of your oliildren must turn ever- more. Chorus : Come, Come, weary one, come '. The heart of Mavooshen gives welcome, once more. I BLIND EYES. T^YRANT and Demagogue refuse to see l^ The Star that ruled their fortune blane and fall ; Cv'vlp.r-i They maiiilen, while the hand of Destiny Writes, ".l/cnt, TckrI,'' or their palace wall. W A TOAST FoK TiiK 25th of Janiakv. •fjHILE Helios rules the morning sky. While ('ynthia leads the hosts of night. While a tear circles in tlie eye, 18 »« ^i ®lfp dmBz. ■<''"le Jov ami i ""''•'■<■ I.:.,,,,,:, w<.newa.^r ;::«:;':,;:;^'---; fair, "'""""ps(),i„ps -"-, ;:^:;:!^;'--'"' ------ ^'■d 'eto„r Toast f.f;f ",''""::' f'«I'->. >^^ <'fto„ as ti,. „,,;,,';';;,/'"" ■ «--o,„a„at;;::;r-"'-"' on, jiY , form. ^'"^''"'^ '"arhle MUy §.tmB. 19 And gives an extra tig-leaf to the Mile 'Tis li Hilt— f/i IS prerogative to call attention ; /■rr II n' l/i i/ltiulli )lnl tillliti "'.'/") ,'/"" /cnoir, irf Went to Liiicki ON LINKKIN. -■ ifonc hir, iiui^ici ,11, ami IV-llow poft (r,,,,,. u illi Ihdi my Jfontlc b(.':iutifiil set- uiuli cT ii subdued liirlil, ii.- if; The >ul in uaturi- mu-^cilnvcr sombre ICKfuils.;!,,,! the soft autumn sky is like a tympanuM or great i;ray souiuliiiu-hell. Von. iler. the liaker cottage looks solitary indeed. In his home at Troy lie ponders these Irequent clear, delicious October day., :ind would lain spend them here. Iian I'anry the neat, trim cheerful man ol' greenest age,' aliiH.st boyishly affected in the memory of suniiiier day., spent here, execu. tinj,' a quickstep ai:;on- his Ijook-, with a mnvcmeiit some thinp like this Joi-rnai. ok Pastok Kici.ix. TTjS)"*'^ we were down on Linekin, VA/ On Linekin, on Linekin, When we were down on Linekin, On Linekin, Linekin-lea, Then the welkin was clearest, cleanest, And the vernal grass gleamed greenest. And evening fell serenes t. And the sun like a glowing ember Was tangled in the tree, — When we were down on Linekin, — And oh, how blest were we! When wo were down on Linekin, On Linekin, on Linekin, When we were down on Linekin. On Linekin, Linekin lea, 20 olljr liir&H (if iJfjp ^^bb. O then the songs were so many, And the nelds were so sweet and snnny And our hearts were blithe as any And the world was so fair,'-so fair' W hen we were down on I.inekin, And Summer days were there.' When we were down on Linekin, On Linekin, on Linekin, When we were down on Linekin, On Linekin, Linekin lea' There was smiling and rejoicing' Tliat wind and wave were voicing Where brightsails were veering ar'-d passing And like a maiden's tresses Flowed the glory o( the sea When we were down on Linekin - And oh, liow blest were we ! ' THE WAY OF LIFE Fromtiik Gkkman ok Gokthe. Joh.n \V„lft-;„,^, Von Gocrlu. th,- 111.,.,., honor then, with •, m-,rk !f hi '-""'"^"'"" " ^'» l'l«^ased to etical Con,p„,itio,r '""'" '" ""^ '"'"' '" ■'?"■ fOW typical the Mason's ways Of human life through changef.,1 days' Therein an analogue appears Of his persistence, while the years Speed on to that eternal state Forewritten in our mortal fate Slljf mzhz ®f fcJI^ip (JEraaa, 21 A misty sea, tlie Future liiilcs Of joy and woe tlie chaiim'fiil tides; Hut we will press straiglitfurvaid still. To meet its tliroiigliif; gofxl and ill ; H\ all unswerved, undaunted, so We to our goal may forward H'>- And just before, in silentglooni, Stands tlio veiled jx.rtal of the tomb ; Kor liigli and low it doth await, — The end of human pomp and state : Where'er we pause, or onward fare, We know our march is ended there. In vain we ask, with yearning fond. Thefoimof that which lies beyon Interrogate them, as we will. The stars on high are silent still; Silent the graves, nor make reply The dearest lips therein that lie. While thou dost stand, with eager gaze, Come deep foreboding and amaze ; Illusive and phantasmal loiins Disturb thy bosom with alarms ; By doubts and strange misgivings vexed, Even the bravest are perplexed. But hear, O Comrade 1 and rejoice. The Poet's and the Sage's voice ! From all the world, and from all time, Come their high messages sublime : 22 'hbf 'mto ®{ Uftf (Si-aaa. ''''■■'■"'"•'/[■ ^> -rf,,.,;.,, „ 'II II I il 1,,^ •' '"""/''••""'••< /■:iirini,,. ■n,'«,.r'' ';"'■'"""" """■'"""' "o-d- •1 IS full.„..s.s„j,,ts to satisfy -^ T(,e.;„„dtl,atls.j..„„f3i^,,^,,^ '"'""'• '""'•■""""■• >."-in.->r. l..s,,ai.; THK CHAMI'JON. r^ vaunt''.'"' '"" "'""•^"■' '""">•'<• L.ke bandits, t„ waylay the heart And ye, morefrielitfni iw./r ' '^a..neKa...l,..,...,,„,4;,-^j"-..i.s- and all ' The ovils that our kind befall; WhatUenius, swift, ar,nip„tent Mastered by ,.„e divine intent ' (Liken,,,,, „,,„ rose in (ialilee 1 yet not the Unseen Powers alone --...- Of bioodt;;'Sr;e": Jl^f Ctmz. 23 \'ir liiviii, fraud, irilri{;iii', anil Ulij;lit. ArniliMMlsa ■.111' (if Tiiik nr Miisiuviti'. A li I wliii shall VHiii{iiisli. nr ri'stoD' '.' U liii sliall tlif hpiiili'i- dull anil ilis|ii.sstss " Uliiisliall luirij; liack iiiili. his lijjhtdiuf iiiiprc Thf Tlirall anil Urnthfi- whuni ht' Mdiild ■ """-art - Immortal Yoiitli ! i„ Sootiarcrow„sa..g..,t„.,y„,,„„y,^. ; ^^^ Asallthe.rangnish were delight Ka,,t, far aloof we scan each face •_ These are the Titans of our race, ' Whohyhi.^. son.-. a„,l mighty thoughts are known ; But a«. there is whose language i. our oun. Thine icy peak, I'ronietheus, we dare rf Aeschylus, tl,e bold, will lead us tliere- Exnlt, w,th Homer, i„ tempestuous sea. Or weep with warm Kuripides ; With the unveilers of Tartarean woe Down to tliH shadowy worl,l we go And, with pale Maro, softly tread ' The awful mansions of the dead ■ Sfei? ItarSa ®t ®hs CEroaa. 27 ^i| Or listKii ti) Ills voice of dreail, And brave tlie splendors nt ournwii Maoiiides; i)r bear with liiiii majestic jiart. And glow at liis unrivalled art, — •iliakespL'are, great scribe and master of the heart ! Or we may scan the lurid glooms riiat the Dantean muse presumes ; Or mount with him where starry circles rise, To that most perfect of Celestial blooms. The mystic Rose of Paradise. Yet, hark I there sounds from lowlier ground, a tone. So sweetly human ! — this we own ; No thunder of the Jovian rod. Nor groan of tlie crushed demigod, Nor plaint of martial liero overthrown. Ah, Hums 1 when once thy liand is on the string, Wlien once we hear thy clarion voice outring, There sounds a note we well may know- That burden of the Common People's woe: Lamenting now, that lot forlorn Whereto tlie toiling race is born, While tyrant lords consume, as riglitful spoil, The fruitage of their painful toil; And now, exulting witli the joy Of hearts that nothing can annoy, — Like leaping waters — Laverock shouting high. With rapture of a sun-bright destiny ; The Oracle and Advocate 28 9f % '^■''« creatures 0,7 :r"r''«''''' ■'•''-'•J A"dino,.seanHf^ '""'*' "^'-'i '::'-ft,.e.„::' '::;-' • "'-pie,.c,„j;;;-/""''''"'--'..i(i<.w,.,.. '^lans indignati, ' xr"-''"" •■' T'-at purest H.naltl'i;;''';'''''''''^"'-^ .■et„:i:r ""'"■^■"■-^-■".giu-an A«owerft V '"'""''" '''-- WliPn \fo '"I'ltoiiie : ^^"- Hope is spH Si r;r--^^ "-"■ -t-ns, spray, " ^ '""" "=>«'' ^Pire and ^i-w7nrt:r^'"'^'''"->.ray. hlr '"'s tile Kc *=>B iUiSiB (Shs «ir V:BB. 29 VVIii'ii rrnnies roniul tin Willi (ilden till l\< Iiillf; tiif Anil give themselves to niiitl tai Is lusj.ir* As ill t liatfilii 1 and rli\ nif. vinj; ililcr ti They <:an but turn, a l f.eliii f,' s si'iiiij^tiiif tided. TiithcH, irrcatSdui: Hard of true Hrotlierin Wlidcvi'r liiidi-tli i\:vi- rrccivfs Tlie best tliat fjenial Nature gives: Tlioii liringe.st rain and evening dew, Till! ciliir of tin' liawtliorn (lower, 'I'lie screaming of tlie wild curlew, The songster of tlie ii. state bower- Love's eloi|nent, persuasive power. Tlioii givest wliat is artless, native, true: Tlus things most rare in poesy. Most rich in life,— .ill, all are met in thee : Ko! Love's first Oracle art tlioii : Could Lesbian Sappho s eyes have looked be- yond llerage to thine, she would have owned thy plough, And been of tliee, and not of Phaon, fond: Anacreoii, from his laiireat brow. Had laid his tribute at thy feet,— His s')ng less varied and less sweet. That thrilling pipe which woke the Deliihian vale. When found by thee, and blown-«o» know- est how — ho wondrously, so cliarniingly, !n Coila's ear, on Caledonian lea 30 m !|p ?iir£a m iiljp ^msz. To n,e:t.,„r bosoms it can nevr fail l"'rt!o„ ami Xat.n,, art at ,„„..' A"J thon t,,y Co,.nt.y's w..l|.l,,i„v,.,i s.,„ sami voices. Thy to,nb l,atl, „„„. l„.,,o„,.. a sl,.i„. To wlMch all pilgHm-feet incline, lit'cansetl.y siren-songs ,o,ortl,,' ToK,v.,encl,anln>ent.otl,eeartl, WhereVrhills rise, or rivers r„n, "'^"'"'"^"-^■'''eiin.nK.'rintl.esnn ^" for thy sake we love to stray ' %l'owlet-l,auntedAllo«av Ateve,orAfto„intl,es„ltry„o„n, "y Lngar. or l.y Iiall„cl,„,y,e, delay ""r„r,^*"''V'^'^y«'""r''earttolay And pluck the wilding Rose of Doon '''"'ri^'°"^'"'^^^''"^''^-too„r The Angel pale, witl, drooninp Snr- s^rtait^"^^""-"'"-"--":^ Of mortal ^woe, canst grieve, it., those who Ours is the soothing strain when thou dost mourn ^"'si, Thine eiegmc lay doth thee endear, tSm }{ Mb €mBB. 31 'J he siii.tliiii}; iir.te is pcK d t(i licar. .Softly tlioii ticadit vilicie aiiyels lull i.Mir saiiiti'ii and oiir Im aiitifiil ; Tlwm kf ep'st, "mid Aiitimiirs fadinp bloom, Thine anniversarv of tlic toiiil) : When' Niths iiieiiiorial waters tlow Thou liast thy vigil, lone and low, Till MioininK dew lias fallen on thy brow. And wakens in thy lieait the lovers lioly vow: Thy .^oiil takes tribute of a star, Or pitying Marys smile l)eanis (.n tliee from afar. Kise 1 beatiteoiis Orb of .Song! Assoiling space All, save thy lustre, shall efface,— That spotless garment, ever worn When thou woild'st greet the early morn: Let golden be tliat disc, once gray ; Let sp'it and shadow pass away. Unveil the brightness of tliy face. O Soul : arisen to Music's prime. Where thy illustrlfius brothers climb, — Thougli few may ever reacli that glorious place. Still sing, and sing, and sing, and ever sing: Warble in tliine eternal Spring, Where woe and wrong, tliou kuew'st of yore. May never, never reach tliee more: Sing! and Song's t^hanipion ever be. To guard the gates of liberty ; Nor ever lose tliinc earnest sense, E'en in the lialls of Dalliance ;— 32 ilffi? 51 km m i% 'Sroaa. M..V.. with tl,e swiftiM-ss „f tl,e r.,- Or Alpi,,,. tnrr.Mits in tl,,.ir flow' K-.r tlie« til.. I)fstiiii,..s,l,.,r.-,.,1 ".e„a!,„.,f.str,.„«tl,an.i....,„i„,.va,Mis,,...,l: ^h<>»t'. ye«i„g',U,,irit„f tl„.c|n,Hl' llM.mler: tl„„. f„a,„y ,n,„„„ai„ fail ■ "ere nngs a v„k.e, „.„,,„.,,, ^,, ,,;,, •Ami her.' is laiitiir.' nior.. tlia.i ali ■ «™THKim.LSWHKHKS,.,ci:>s,;K,m My l'atl„.rsn,a.,Iy v.,ic,.„„,iirgs ■inil ivitli l,i,„ my sainted Mother sings - /■/,'/. ///v (t ii"„lhn:lli„rl ,„-n„ Kemoteandhifih. the air is still And the sun is sinking behind the hill • The l.asm* lies .nits white re„„se .- Th..„away on the wings of Son;: we go OrrrU,, l,ill.,,i„,. ..^„v,,,^ ,,,„,/ ' Tiiey dwell on many a sacred lay, The Ages will not wear away • ii/f";'' ''",■■/''''"■'""'" «al'« the spell. Or 0,;„n'.." billowy accents swell- Hut one gives Song unhindered How ' Humming the sweet familiar air My Fatlier sits in his rocking- ch'air ■'"""■Mimis. Ki„s;'s County, .\..s aiE|i? iStrJiia (if Klip? Croiaa. 33 When tlie meal is over tliat closes tlie day, Wliile tlif dislies are washed am! put away, Till my Motlifir ciimes, and Joy's bogles blow, ^'Ort-r tltr IiHIh tvhrrc nftiiTs r/rtury () ye, whose hearts are needing cheer, The gracious invitation hear ! '• I'oiiir, nil/ III hiritl, liastr (iwdi/, Cut xhort thr linurn ufflni dilnii ; Fill lihr a jinxilhl'iil hart ur rue, Ovrrth) liilln ir/n rr s/iicin i/niir." The years will bring, as they have broiiglit. Sorrow and care and anxious thought ; The dusty clods our hearts o'erlay ; But we will brush them all away, Fleeting like '\yiiiilh/iil hart iir ror < ' I'r the /rills ir/irrr .i/iicrs f/rdtr." O Songs, by God and Angels given ! O Songs, that lift our hearts to Heaven 1 () Songs, that open from past years. The founts of memory and of tears I Your moving sway, or swift or slow. Is •' Orrr the hills where apioen (/row.'" O rapt ones, in the sunset glow ! Your voices blend no more below ; But, Memnon-like, in Memory's dawn. The happy strain goes sounding on ; And your glad steps now bounding go, " Over thr hills trhcre spices (/row.'" '■ ^^1 Li % ^t'^. i^' 38 '^k^ '^-iKhB mt Ulje qinBB. W'..yl.aste„till|,.hK,,„„^,,.,"- Ami I am gla,| to have its,', "Ioarem,u,„^„.,^,.„,,^ "-rect.ng.stiilaclanntl.s, f.,n, ' "«sanK.wl.e„wl,it.U,eseaswi if A'.^nghe:>>Leethehil,ows,.:;w'- Thurroa,,„gg„„s before me flee- i'y Kather wills to have it .o A"rtli. H«f..re the snows and sleety hlasts appear; The halm ,n hears its voice in the l.,ne pool Among the hills, and pant, for the deep Sea ■ Shall I notlK-arHisvoicewhoeallsforme'^ The n.eane, creatnreserr not: Thou shaltschool My heart ami train my spirit ; Thou shalt lead My Soul from Deathsdeep shadow, at her need. USTKN, O LAND ! /r^ ISTEN, ( ) Land ! l_i.,„''"" "line augury of fame: What august Kye hath scanned Thy broad States, nobly planned ! What lips have spoken thy naine,— CANADA! Wake, and arise! Thou Shalt be great and free: Behold ! the shadows appear Of a race in high career To an unwrought destiny,— CANADA! Listen, O Shores! O Mountain, and Plain, and Sea! Ye peoples who her« abide. > 36 ailiip figfrta m a'li? Croaa. Ve bloorai, by my gwden walk, unfolding ITour bosoms, glad and gay, ye cannot longer my heart bJ holding tori must be up and away! J-'»r//„ S,a ! „l,,ll„ S,„! riii Sro,«.,,l.,,,„n,l«tn„H,.' Ti' SraHh, Sia.'tl,. S, „ ! It riilh nir ,,// ,l„;f I,,,,,,, Then con>e, my friend, n.y conuade df.r- est, Whose mirth is mixed with mine Who when I grieve art ever nearest, With smdes and tears of thine- And come, m, own, my gentle lover r or dalliance ne'er delay ■ The hour of kisses and dreams is over And I must be up and away! for (he Sra .' cfc. *■" 'p'l^t"'**"''' ^"^'^ "" ""y ^''«*"''" TheTe"."" T^'"^ " *" ^""""" ""d Song, There sag onous theme, did ye but koowU, Where he whitening billows throng. ' Tho purple the hills in the haze of even And sweet the vale with flowers, ' Tho my garden be bright with the dews of heaven. Through all night's starriest hours ;- yet, the Sea! etc. [f* lUkhB ®f (i^t Crmaa. 37 IIHKillT WKKK TIIK ll()|R«i. SKUillT were the li,.iir.s, and our hearts were glad and gay, Kair are tli« scenes, and tliey beckon lis away ; lientle and kind are the happy hearts we kn.>w; Then hack again, when .Snninier conies, () let ns go ! CiioKrs : Were coming ! we're coming, wliere the waves of Ocean How ! Toold Mavooshen's haunted sliores again we'll go- Free as the winds, and as the waters free. Free as the birds, for a little while well be; Ply ball and bat, bid the little boatie row. Or spread at eve the sliining sail as white as snow. Chorus: We're coming, etc. Then will we go, to remember we were blest, One to the East, and another to the West; But there shall be a light Care s cloud amid,— A shining lure to lead us back to Pemaquid. Chorus: We're coming, etc. FAITH'S VOYAGER. < (%. ^^^^ no' 'low the wind may blow ' " X,_, **" s*"K Faith's Voyager, one day • Twas in the Summer's golden glow 34 aif|ip Strtjj (gf ^ij^ g And, by and by, in so ,„e glad year When our last sunset falleth clear And we our fair l.ome-waters see transfigured rare and goldenly Otiien will we together go PRESUMPTION ©''^'^S7^-''"'^"''>'"l-'-d„ead. ^ It recks not, forward moving : Huddenlv Down-darts the livid, all-ccnsun^ingre'^' *rom ,ts undreaded ambush i„ the st;. WHEN IN THK MAPLE TBEEs TT(s\HEN in the maple trees VA/„. Robins shall sing, When in the scented breeze Hammocks shall swing .- When fields are daisy.fair Sweet birds chant everywhere, «>ing we some tender air- Touch the light string. Ours the siesta, then, 'Mid the hushed noon • Wanderings by grove or glen, At morning boon : Ah, then the long delights, 1.^;° •*'««"»? 'lays and nights, With laughing, fairy.flights, Under the moon ! ^f [fip ©waa, 35 Silently, tenderly, Twilight draws near; Lo : in the sunset sky Swims her star clear : Hark : thro' the open door, Mnsic's nielodioHs score Floats downward to the shore. Charming the ear ! Now let the banjo hum, Neath the stars' sheen ; Liglit-footed maidens come, Tripping the green ; So, gently gliding by, Dream-wing'd, the hours shall Ijy, Till all the morning sky -u.i; A-,. ■o.-v. }-■.-,. , Wliat marvels are prophesied, VVliat hopes are cherished of thee.— CANADA! Listen, O Land! Hise, and the word fulfil ; Let Destiny strike the honr When thy life-tree shall break in flower, At the height uf thy noblest will,- CANADA ! (iKORGE MAKTIN. JLADNESS was thine! Of all the Sons of »T Song Tho„ ""; r" '""'"* ""^ '^'""' "'"'•'^i" voice ; Then couWst rejoice with him who did rejoice On t1, . M f ' ""•"^'^ '*"• T" «<=«" "- page On wh,ch thy lines irregular were traced. Friendship s rare wine. The rliyn.e, the prov- erb sage. The mirthful sally, -each bespoke to me, Beyond all change, all doom or destiny A genero,,., nature, manly and robust. ' Would I again might see thee as of old ' A I., would th- long, lonely silence thoncouldst break ! Bui that benignant hand which once would take The pe„, beneath Mount Royal's leafy gold Is lying pulseless in tlie silent dust Slje Uvchz ^yiiroaa. 41 ACADIE. I,*:'', ,' to'l"'sescenes: pair I find I am a stranger there O thou hehivedAcadie ' How, whensoeerlthinkofthee, D..11 grow these .kies "neath which I range, And all the summer hills are strange Yet sometimes] discern thy gleam In sparkles of the chiming stream; And sometin.es speaks thy haunting lore The foam-wreathed Sibyl of the shore And sometimes will mine eyes incline To h.ll or wood that seems like thine; Or If the rob.n pjpeth clear, It IS thy vernal note I iiear. And oft my heart will leap a-fiame, To deem I hear thee call my name, Ind find tl/''- ' ^;"' S'"''"^^^ ^'"ne. And find the joy that once was mine. NOVEMBER WIND. I HEAR the dole of the wailing blast, I Jire November's past; And I see the waves of a darkening sea Move restleasiy. * 42 ®> 'iiiKim m ®lfe ^trnz. 11 : I Tlie sense ..f woe d,, they impart <.'»ce more to iiiv lieart I think of one who was often nigh, In the rverv,m„,„ryisf,ir„„n„i;,,,t, .Al.th the Hrook to weleon.e me " ' 'w,f::;h;t;^:;-----..awa.e. " ?-U^Jlu<, Sh es to a propcrly-cmistituted soi iftv, evi-n to a pot-t and in part an nriiiinal .S^n^■.l)n^Ii. to which the prt-stnt writtT was a principal contributor. It was |)ro]-<>std that a continuous membership should be lieid, and that llie company should meet from j^cason to season in the same plate. -Like many another fair project, however, it came to nauRht, and the members were presently scattered far and wide. Tlie lollowinj; is the first nf ihe Snnys, written to popular airs, which lornied a feature of thnt merry and convivial Summrr, and were sun^ amid the ^^reen woods and alonjj the rocky shores of that most romantic jfortion of Lincoln County. Scattered throujjhout this vohir.ie are several Ivrics that fornu d a part cf that collection. \Iav- ooshen is another Indian name of the district called I'ema- (luid. 'JI^O the joys of old Mavooshen ^) When suns of Summer shine. With the lullaby of waters, ©i/i? UlxhB ©f Uljs (Sraaa. 47 And whispers of the pine; With whispciiiiu "f the jiiiie Where tile wave (if Ocean rears! — Oh I tlie fair fielils nf Mavudslien, Anil the bunny winding shtiresi To the homes of old Mavooshen With friends that there we knew. The souls care-free and joyous, The warm hearts and the true;— Ay, the warm hearts and the true, And each laughter-loving eye, Where the Summer winds blow softly. And the waves make soft reply. On the green hills of Mavooslien How sweet to sit and dream Of many an olden legend Beside thy sheltered stream!— Thy gurgling, glimmering stream; Or, whore the surf leaps high, Watch the wliite-wingd ships, at even- ing. Go softly sailing by. O ye green hills of .Mavooshen! Ye lovely Summer dream, Where sang, 'neath plashing oak-leaves. The .Spirit of theStreani;— Of the merry winding stream. And the echo-haunted shore! Oh, ye rocks of old .Mavooshen, With the billow bursting hoar! 48 €l!fj 3! i: Jf m^s dmBa. I'OK. TlfsyK^f si'all wese«tliee,f:,ar.,f f,,,, ,,,,1 \^y niist Tl.atenvi,„is souls so 1,.„« have r.nnni tliee tliiowii '.' Wlien Christ shall say t., .-ach vain nwralist - /.'/ /-//« who h„lh „„ ..in raxt thr J!r>,t .JACK DANDKLION. WHIITKN IN A CHll.l.-s AI.HI.M. BOLD JACK 1JANI,KLIU.V,-Iine little fel- low 1 Arose at dawn in his bright vest of yellow He went early to bed, ami was earlv to waken- Yet scarcely had he his dewy bath taken And scarcely had he his early prayer said When a rattling lawn-n.owerswiped olV his head Oh, ho: what a fate for a heart so mellow As young Jack Dandelion, -poor little fellow : But Jack belongs to a dauntless race So he came right up in the self-same'piace And stood there straight with the stuffiest' With a pleasant sn.ile, in his yellow vest: H couldn't be daunted.—no, not he! A..^ he took everythin j; so joyously, With as cheery a face, and a smile as mellow - Just like Jack Dande'.ion,-brave little fellow ■ ' ©V €nii0a. 49 ■i" ^ TlIK \HT OK TKNNVSON. Ilisl 'l ' V'""""" '^ ''is praise. II s s the splendor of a siiiis,.! sea- His is the odorous ,,o,„,, of Summer days And mingled glories, all of liigh degree'. MARCH, I\ THE SOUTH. KBOM TIIK KKKNCll OK OAITIKH. KT, where changeful Man is found Nature walks her ancient round' March, who laughs at all our cares, Secretly the Spring prepares. Siyly, Pre the daisies peep. Waking from their winter sleep. Comes the Koruier of the buds, ' Chiseling their golden studs. Cunning dresser ! on he goes. Under vineyard, orchard-close; With his swans-puff snowily Powders every almond tree. -Vature in her bed reposes. Wliile he goes among her roses, Lacing all their new buds in Corsages of velvet green. While he solfeggios sings To the blackbirds,— lo! he flings Snowdrops to thegreening meadows Violets to the purpling shadows. By the side of cressy brook. Where the stag witli startled look VM 50 ell* MuhB ®f M($ (itmB. Ceasus drinklni;, I f COIIIpt'ls hcetitfil lilit-s' silvir l)fll.« Kudu witluiiit, liiitdfft williiii, He liath arts our love tn win; Winterii liaiid he Kf ntlj lii.sfs, Jociiiid guests lie iiitriidiices. Soon— his secret work ci, V-d? ' ^ '■;; '="=-' "'"- "'"St hath loved me, While pra£s^n.adea„d softening tears arJ <^>r, cast afar, a stranger lone, hurviving all most h.ved and true >"s I breathe out „.y solitary m.r And nnlamented bid the earth adi^rr Or, of my household gronp the arst ,^ ay I be called to take my leave '_ To bless the Wife,, ove, the babes I n'urs'd »-«."s.ng sorrow that might n.ake the^ grieve ? ■•"'all I be led to painless sleep And gently pass to rest supreme? 56 Uhs [fi? fflraaa. ' II i' ! ' Or partas<)iiicklv as fr When black witl • Listless, my feet niiBht stream.s. ys Miijiht be ; rove by haniitei Shrinking from conv erse and sex Yet< If th inie, O Day : as co niP thou niu.st en my .Savior draweth nigh Lay this poor earth If then His hand si ly niarrsii.n in the dust all lift me to th sky. MARCH .SNOW. MS morn, and still the hoary meteor', lies- I All through the nigbt's deep sileneett •lesceiided: In it's immaculate beauty n<.w th e skie And the hushed earth are buried dee,, and blended ^s MxhB (if ®ij^ @T„aa. 57 The year liath not beheld a w The tiaky softness buries all The! iritrier scene! belt Wind >ary elms forget their wished-fnrgreen do.s and walls are battened w.fh the -V-'W tiny puffs curl from each sinl niarhlfd roof, :he Hales to And eddying downwar rest; The Winter Spirit hovers yet aloof, To breathe a benison on Earth's wan breast The^piled down on theapple-boughs that lay hm. by the breeze in playful gusts is spun' R-ses the Wind, and whirls the drift away And, r.„gedwith^swirling Cloud, yon bre'aUs THE DEPARTING TEAR OPECTRE! thatstealestby ^'vvm "f nn-dnight tolleth slow With frosty, tearless eye. And torch inverted low; Thy step was once so light. Thy face so smiling bright' Set free— Depart, thou^haggardghost,fornonewillweep Spectre ! thou wanest now ! Thon, too, so iov'd and fair- No more. . We crown his brow Who treads morn's starry stair Thou,— veild thy face in woe, II 1^!^- |:, 58 Oiljip Mli^B ®f ®fi.'i? Ciiroaa. Oowii Midiiiglit's postern go: Pass (III, Like ghost at crow of cook, bet >re tlie peep of ilawii. Spectre .' tliiiie hour is past, Thoiigii Love tliy name endears ; Our face is set, at last, To light (jf coniinj! years: Tliy song was sweet,— lis sung; Tliy lute is now unstrung: VVIien o'er Our prime of powei, tlien we can court and charm no more. Spectre : whose liand did touch My heart, 1 prize tliy lore: Tliy parting robe I clutch, I press thy liand once more : For sorrow if thy worth. Spirit : I go not fortli To cheer With those who welcome in the roseate, youth- ful year. LINCOLN. niE PATRIOT, patient, pitiful, and pure- 1 Martyr to .Justice and to Liberty: This is his gift— the Union stands secure- This Is his praise— the niillioned Slave is free ©Iff MwhB ®f ®|yp ©rnaa. 59 HOWB. ';:';:;:"^:t:;;;,:;t'X:,;;:'' ,-"--^- -..ndsi„.V„„l,„,lu-|Io„.scolAs..,nhly,.l,c Stic .n.u„hj....',; ;^: ;:::,-"- —"'"-u ....... ,i„„ Wlnle iiow the pleasant streams of Aca- Or May.flowers^cwep beneatli the budding While sunset gildrChebucto's sumn,er sea, And bloometh white the cherry's wilding bough, While robins sing,_f„rg„tten cannot be, The name of Joneph Howe. While ships sail westward from Britannia's shore. Bearing the voyager swiftly to his home- While sk,ms the skater the lake's bosonTo'er Orthe brown Micmac loves the wood to roam Or Melvlle Isle lifts its forbidding brow- 11 60 ilj? Itrda ®f w^t ©Jfcaa. S!ii While eloquent lips may cliarni,— sliall not be dumb The praise c.f .Joskpfi IIowk. While men love Freedom with a constant love. And men hate Tyranny, or tyrants spnin; While scum of meanness can their bosom inove. While hearts with fires of jxiesy may burn; While the vast tides keej) ebbing to retnrn, Or flames the maple trees resplendent bough, Our children's children still shall proudly learn The fame of JosKi-ii Howe. O MAIZIK ! ' ©MAlZlE!dear.Maizie! Our eyes are glad to see. For a little space, your bright, sweet face, O soul and voice of glee I i'oii nnnr whrn f/ir t/rar ik in, i'.t jn-imc, In vil(i-ru>ie-aml- M dJMj i^v^-u. ^ ®!|i? Ml'chB ®f ilj? ©raaa. 61 And sets Kartlisjny<,iiscri'atnr»-s all aflnat. Song stirs witliin nie, as tlj*' gur|;llne note Of liill-sMe riinnels rippling tliro' the fern; And with wliat ease tlie rnby liiids return. Anil pi|)ings to the liyla's liquid throat, Delif;htconiestonie, tho'nnasked unbidden. Floating on vans of silken butterfly. With the abandon tif tlie bickering bee: Forth to the light a thousand beauties hidden Come peeping witli sweet sponlanletv ; Spirit and tlesh seem one,— f/Hf/ t/i,)/ arr frr c .' TO (iEOK<5K MARTIN. WKITTKN ON A I'OSIAI. CARD. J3;^IIO' such a check to a s :blime invention ^(y Of copious muse who nu'asnres by the yard. Yet do I prize thy limited dimension. Thou cream-hued postal card : Like thee, I would be always neatand liandy, Of all superfluous verbiage debarred: Then, Martin, w hen .\ ou have a word to bandy, Send me a postal card. CIIAMPLAIN. THE POBTBAIT AND THE .STATUE. In the Chateau dc Raniezav, the former residence ndht Governors nl Montreal under the old re|:.nie-n.,w the re- posuo.yof many historical souvenirs-is a portraitof Sam uel do Champlain, whose nameis so elo.selv identified with American discovery ...,d Canadian development. Un the Duffenn Te, race a. tluebec stan.1.- his statue, one of the 1%=:^. 62 ©Ijif MixM Wf a;f|if C£ra00. iiti. to ivhirh tlif visitor t., thnt city « jll !«■ ilirn i ith par.lnnalili- priilr in ih.- |i.issc,si„i, , ( his ilii,t an' eritiinci- dl" his iaiin-. MIOU, CiiATKAi- Kamkzay, Contain, ) Pictured (m tliy liistnrlc wall, The opt-n features of Cliani plain,— The man to whom it did befall From its long liiding to command The wealth of the Canadian land. A noble, kindly face had he. That not belied his heart, I ween ; A Captain of such high degree As Honor holds in )iis demesne. He was.— Behold his statue stand. High-reared in the Canadian land : His name enchants thy rock, Quebec ! His name Columbia's waters bear: Serene he stands, who trod tlie deck, And pierced the gray wolfs djjsky lair ; The fort, the wilderness, who knew. The caravel, and the canoe. Now, given to story and to song, Quebec stands guardian of his dust; His lineage did to France belong; His loyal soul is with the just: Stern War was his inheritance: He tonched Religion with Romance. Otliers might hard and cruel be. Staining their path with needless gore; Magnanimous, humane, was he, i.> nvx^z m Sifip (£xmB. 63 8 And j„st, aii.1 wise, and rid. in lore — ftmit witi, tlie m.MMitains n.ajestv ' A son and lover of tlie st-a. Wl,a^ matter tl,o„Bl. ti.e Ked-cross Hag llati, lo„K replacd the Flenr-de-iis' riie stejis .,f Honor sliail not lag, •Secure in lasting fame is he- His deed Us lustre still assures' Long a.. tlieContimnt endures. There by his nobly-Howing Hiver At (.ate of Commerce, let him stand. Still l,.„kin« calu.ly seaward, ever Toward his hardy Xorman land- For Canada his dust enshrines And in lier heart his honor shines. TE.NNVHON. E.VUTV of <;od in eartli and sky and sea Tl... sweetness and refinement of the flow- With elevation. strength, and majesty. Are deeply blent in liis harnionious powers. VIOLETS. T(§\IOLRTS, purple blue and white, \/l e, like morning, born of night, Wh.sper of the .Springs delilht! After frost and after snow, When the ««ft winds gently blow, 1 e, like sweetest thoughts, do grow 64 <3Ijf lirJifl Wf ®I(P ffiroaa. tjtoiiy brixik and singing stream Answer to tlie sunny ((Icani, Winter now i-^ but a dream. Meekly pale, sweet Violets I tiunsliine warms, and dew drop wets; (Jod is near— //(■ nut fiirj/i In. After sunshine conies tlie sliBde ; After bloom we violets fade ; — (iod's hand takes the form he made. After shadow conies the sun ; tipring, when wintry sands are run ; Only A/'/V, wlien Otatli is done. Home disci tune. !!?iARENTS I know, so gentle and so mild, ^ They can but spare the rod and spoil the f> They can but spar child ; While yet, in part their error to redeem, They box the ioiitiiiiisi>, li- then .strong, i., :,,, ,.vi| day, <) III- llii.n lini I, I ,iic 'i,r| .' ■ '••'■M.-MU'^ria, 1,,. I,, i,,,, .,:,„, .„„,„,. lli-Mlarkm— . ; Kin ■ s I'i I t ■ 'M''- th.. iM.Sl... , ■„,. I.,, ,11., ,|„ ,,. , „i,„. Vi-ttlicii- Mmm,.,. ,, ,.■,■;„,., >iav . T!i« Mainmu,i,u.| ,„^,i,ai: ,„,,,, |„a..sreig„. Uiit Cliristxliail he K iiii- f.,, ayn. MM.MKIi ON TIIK i|,N,,|i>C()T. «=?<>«■ is tl,..K.,l,l..„ ,la«„i„«.,f tl,e yar. ly Hlieii valcan.l wo.mI fr.,ni flii.tij liiean.s And tliv all-(;la,i,l,.„i„y s;,n li s .■astern l,ill Kein.Mii.ts, ami (loth his l.ea„,vc.,nrseis drive O IT the wide heaven, till Kve her Ian,], d<.th fill And hid her star shine clear : How fair thy waters seem, () liiver dear : Now hnrr, in^ seaward will, thx v.dee „f glee. Kroni sylvan qniet i>laces faraway. And w.x.ds where bleak Kalahdin I'if ts his , rey Bulk, hoar, and scarred with many a centiiiy. ■Sickle and scythe we last .year laid aside After the sheaves were gathered, ■- ait they still • ^ *t rings the cheerful anvil the long d'ay And leap the shrieking saws in laisy mill ' Our hearts the b.Mnn,ersj.,y..nce now shall nil. And bid us tn delay; J 7!?^H=: 66 !j? MuhB ®f Oiljr €raaa. While now a thousand birds exult aloud, A strain of high delislit, with ours that bipiid.-, And, ••from the bosom of yon dropping cloud," The Spirit of the Summertide descends. Kor now the dandelion's thriftless gold Is squandered bv the r. adside; in the field. Soon to be made with nodding daisies white. The pure and perfect vicilet is revealed; The wild pear's silken blossoms now im ite. When we their charms behold, Our feet to I read where bannered woods are green, And starry flowers are curdled o'er the thorn; And all the dancing waters touoh'd with m )rn' In their great glory are ,. ' .e-laughing seen. ' And then 'tis June, with orcliards all im- pearled, And the pranked meadows waving deep and warm ; When with full heart doth the rich Mother- world The liberal promise of the Year perform: The thick, dark maples yield their twilight gloom; And, with their vines close-curled About them, rise the green-clad elms, where bloom The wild rose hedges, gardens spreading fair, And the syringa. sweetening all the air, (iivesSummer,with her brightness and perfume ®IHf Itrta m ©i|r ©rom 67 Tlie .Swailnw^darts fro„, his eave.,.|„st,.rree.,vee The Robin maketh ch^er ; the Oriole swings Mis elm-lui„g cradle well • Lone, •,,t,,e.,,,sk thrashes the Whippoor,, ill; The holy Hermit, in his cedar-vale Tolls his soft aerial bell ; and, 'Ilail''alll,ail - ■■^hontsthe mad Bobolink, andla„ghs his fill. ' Above yon bluffy ba.ks and swirling tides Hampden reposes in its tent of shade And where I'enobscofs farthercurrent glides The sylvan homes of (,rri„gton were made: Ah, in this watery vale what beauty bides' What bounty is displayed I" all these floweri,„,ields. these slopes that As if in pride of his illustrious fame Hho left the legacy of his great name To freedoms sons, then passed into the ski.s Uiti, lifted pen would write its honors here- ta.raro tF.ese homes, bosomed 'mid Hower- in;; trees ; Fair these green ha_.,ksand clustered groves ap. O, rich and varied scene, and apt to please' „„ ^^....•'".y."'"': '""»' ♦'J" surveys Yon stately Hiver'—Nati veys ure's glorious Child! %p Stsr&a ®f mks (liroaa. Instinct with power, in tumult or repose. Hearing our liigh linpfs with him as lie goes, From Horembega and tha Nortliern wiM. O wild I'eiiobscotI with tliy tliousanil streams And all thy clustered lakes, divimly clear! Where fabled Kiueo dwelt, and wliereon higli Katalidin dotli his rocky f(,rtiess rear. And wave his mapled banners in the sky: Whether the morning heanis Hrigliten thy current, or t)i< full-orbed moon Makes thee lier mirror, thou art beautiful I Stretched on oak-shelti-red lieadlaud. thou dost lull .Mine ear, all fanciful ling'ring at noon. What fragrant nienicries cluster on tliy »fi'»re: The Norseman trims his weather-beaten sail, Coasting by creek and cove, all wonder-eyed , The tuneful (iascon leans upon his rail, As up the stream his caravel doth glide; And, lo! again once more. The dying Norman Knight his destiny Pursues,- the City of his radiant dream, Whose quest of tliat which here doth only seem Inspired the gentle Hard of Amesbury.* O thou most lovely River '. liowifig free Tlirough this green-hearted Mainelu hoeveryet Seeing, admired and loved thee not' For me. This will I say, who never can forget Thy cheery, rippling waters, lovingly So long I mused on thee ; — * VV'hiiticr'.s poem, " Norcmhcij;!, " » Wi » 69 •fyi Thy bluffs, arbtitiis-scoiitcd, dark witli pine; Tliy windiiiR current, hearing into view Tlie argosies nf nations,— the canoe. Light-laden, of the tawny Tarratine. TJie wcll-!oved scene familiar he beholds Who once again his boyhood doth renew ; Who looks on what he loved in thatold'time The heart's tract, bright with sun and moist witli (lew. While haunting memories nf his chi! §irARI' is the Marcli wind as a thorn ; Hut when it blows the lambs an. born. When mild and soft the South wind blows, The moist seed germinates and grows. Thou gloomy East, our flowerets spare! Dark harbinger of frost, forbear ! Blow, generous West Wind \ thou shalt fill The fisher's net with right good will. Blow, thou keen North ! our cheeks shall glow ; And in the maple sap shall flow. I t«*1 70 iifi? lirta (if ©In? ©roaa. Lettlie wind blow wliicli way it will, It surely brings some blessing still I COl'KHXlcrs AM) DARVIN ^NK looked above, and saw the lieavens as new, — A wideningUniverse, that Haniedangnst; Tlie otlier scanned tlie eartli, an>haken trees take lirmer root ; And tile oft-pruned vines excel In the ricliness of their fruit : (iol 1 and silvLT cleaner show For the scourer's skill ; and. mark! How the fire-w irrns fairer glow, IIid[akes it broader spring and liiglier- Sweeter seems the matrons smile. For tlie sorrow that she bore ; And the trodden camomile Will but spread and grow the more: Abstinence gives keener force iljif 'MithB m mils ^msB. 71 T.) desire indulgence cloys ; And our trials are tde source ' Of our most abounding joys. TIIK NOUTII-WKST AKM. A.N INLKT OK Tl.K SEA, NKAK „A LIPA x, ^. ^ {ij And leaves ,ts track of splendor o„ the sea' Vl.ere ,n ti.e.r tranoe the slumbering waters lie Here ,n this lengthened cove the boatglides by The wood.encircled shores, „.ith villas crown'd There seems to breathe a Sabbath peace pro-' found, ' Or broken only by the jay's shrill cry Ah, calm retreat, to nurse and nourish souls .•^pent with long travail.-to.ls that not avail ' Where Ocean, cornered in a cradle-nest Forgets the leaping surf, the surge that'rolls- (^ives timely shelter to the battered sail And instant puts a thoutand fears to rest. THE CRY.STAL RILL. /^ ET Sons of Folly lift on high ^ The beaker Howing red with wine And, mid unhallowed revelry, Pollute ii III II iiiiijUhiir;— What in he .'" In him the devotees of gold,— Tlie liaters of their kind,— behold ! Behold, the sons of doom and dearth. Who curse the country of their l)irtli:— The stony Iiearts, the men of pride, Hy wlioin the poor are cri:cified ; Who cheapen liuman Hesh,— turn red With blood mans dear-boughtdaily bread; Freeze liearts to ice, cirses: c mpel, And feed with hate tlie Powers of Hell. Though Death should be to Horror wi d. With every thought a thousht of dread] Yet will I bless the Just decree Of dust aud cold mortality, Tliat soon must make an end of me, Since it may mark the sur.- declim- And fall of such a trili* as. thine : For thou, huge Mamm.,nite !— so shriOiI Of thought, of bowels, aud (,f si>nj.— A greater horror could be never Than that thyself might live forever ' But. ah : how fast soe'er they die. !■ M Wip 75 The evil seod do multiply • ^ouclai,„tl,eeartl,,asattl,er arise \\'tl. fulniinaticn to theskiev ' 1- brand y„„r sons in bloody ire And wrap yonr palaces with lire- Howling anathema and woe Over wide wreck and overthrow - v'^'"*^'-" ^>' May, wth the otl,c-r ,nrK 1, ,s hr, l"'>'l"><--'-.:..ul which I-r. was ....t,„a,lef.„,„r,.,„v • Iw,, co.„.,al,,s, Hu. s„„„ ,„,„ „,„ «-Wlsw,ilh.s„„,shi„e,„, ;„,,:. lirfcJ,„.,Asr„„ Kki.,,;. (( :©0°"''"re'sin';'''"'"'-'6'''^'-rd And calm thy fearful heart, O lover mine " ^"'' was not meant for sorrow ■>" f i, ^oa.oreatpalemi.fortuneTJtter'sti^r"'' 76 ®I|P lirJifl (if Mtis ©roaa. Miacliance may come, and o'er tliy spirit fling Its midnight dolors, noontide shadows gray ; Vet, give tliee cheer, niethonglit I lieard thee say, Some brlghfning morrow will the sunshine bring. O lift thine eyes to yon celestial blue ! Strike ko the chords of thy bold harp amain! See how the clouds win glory of the siin '. So with thy sorrow, it shall brighten, too; There shall be rest to sweeten after pain. And peace eternal when the strife is done. THE FAITH-MEN. A SONO OF THE MAKOIUNO Mri.TnTDE. T XgvE'RE COMING, coming up the way ! our \\) feet with steel are shod 1 We're coming up the old world-way, our cry has gone abroad, — The host whose cause is human weal, who flght the fight of God. Tramp — tramp — tramp— firm and free be our tread.' To the height of man^n right must our army be led ; The way and goal of each true soul our Bax- ter hath bKHtoii'cd Oh all who seek it, — i/e who hinder, VLEA R THE ROAD— CLEAR THE ROAD! O we are coming I make ye room, — ye hateful, fearful brood. Who dream that «af«>tj lies with i'l, who have not faith in good, — For tlie Sons of Kaith, the Sons of Migli' —a .Miaruhing mnltitude '. Tr(ti,iii—lrill, — tlie j^olden-winged And tlie familiar'' Are the lyres all stringed, Of yoursweet-breathing pines whose interludes Between tlie whispering leaves so ncm mine ear '.' Or conies to yo'i the Hluebird's carid still '.' Does Kobin April's evi ning silence fill With the old cheery sound, so sweet to hear'.' — So many friends are gone, it soothes my ]>aiii To think how yet thy singing birds remain. O Land ! my Land ! to thee the Spring reti;rns; The Summer liastens on a thousand wings, With thy rejoicing birds ; and my heart yearns For all thy balmy, gentle ministeMiigs. O sweet .\cadian Land ! my Fatlieis' Land I The Land of the Arbutus and the I'ine ; Haunt of the Kobin, — memory-liaiinted strand. Can I forget that thnu art inhii, — .\y, mine"? Loved, lost, estranged, — yet it forbids despair To think thy smiling vales, thy singing Lird>, are tliere. &'i;|ip mshz @f 2' tft iu.;ri-33„ 83 •'I- I s.'e til.'.' wlifii the Oaiiilelit.ii blcws ; 111 Hiittf,!'.:;;s and Daisies tln.u ait fair ; I K'-'-ft tli.-H in tlie Willi IJiierand tlie Rose ; I S'e tlice when tiiy sunset ski.'s ild wear Tlie ;;l(iwint; {;ail) tliat .Summer (inly knows : <) Home : hived !1 mie, I may nut visit more '. And I), dear graves, wlieremine may never be! To you I send,— to ,/,w Said : " I cannot boast mv cities. Nor Miy minus tliat silver 111 inj; ; " Y«t, among lier liills and foirsts. My lieart's jewel lietli snrt' ; For tliere is no lint, no cottape, Where I may not rest seenre." Then ontspakc tlie Saxon UnliT, — He of HaitTn, — lie from the lihine : "Thourt the noblest, tlmn'rt the ricliest. And the happiest land is thine !' TIIEODOKK IIAKDING HANI). 9 All; is the morn ! All, \es. the Spring is fair : The dandelion wakes on the green lea ; The plonfihinan walks, and from his pointed share The furrow turns, wliilealanuing swallows Hee. See I sun and vnve have their old jollity '. Nature ignores o'.ir j>rief in smilinf: piay. Ah lyes, the Spring is fair, anil fair the Day! But o'er the sunshine falls a shade, to nie: For, closed, the eyes tliat saw all beauty here; And stilled, the heart that filt tl^e 1<.\( of S"i: Silent, that gohlen harp of tone sincere ; Gone, the old friendliness be^ imd recall ; Fallen, the pen of light that wrote no word, Save when that sea like Soul was by lis Angel stirred ' .^?e ^ftirSia ©f Kl;!i (Ercaa. 85 § Al'HlL. HK1!K caini- an limir- a sullen lumr. Wli.n lif,, „as ilullaiiil dun, When- ncuT sniilril a lic,[,»'fu| Hdwer. Or laiijjlied a luinliful sun ; Tlicre sienied no solace, no df light. No vernal promise true. In any scene tliat met my sight,— And it was Ai-mi,, to.) : There eanie a shower, - a sudden sliower Of miufiled snow and rain ; And then, witliin the ratnr\ . Kr.iisns" kiriitiv li Ali.lU- ,:■■. I)iv> n..i. IM.NDAU I'lH^r I'vtieian Oln.. KALTIl and Fan\e. tliou knowst, () Pin- dar I Other gifts are prized before tlienii Would we grasp them. Fate may hinder ; We may have them, yet deplore tlieni: Hut a Spirit. hea%enward moving. Ami a true heart, pure and loving. From all taint and bon 'I m in : What lias liei'iinic nf tlic Klfft '.' Wlifri' arc the Miips i.f llic C/.ar'.' What fate, if Tdgn tiny iiitit, Or it Trill open ttie war, Will l>efal wild issiifd fcirtli Thro' tlie icy j;nti's of tlif Nurtli '.' W'l.ut if, ere tlii'ir vdjajjc l)c iliiiif, Tlie Sims nf tlie Uisiii); Mm Sweep (Hit fruiii senile .slielteriiiK slicire. Willi (Jims tliat like linns nrar ; Smite tlieiu witli veiipeanee dire, Ami ciirddii tlieiii witli lire ; And make the battle roar and hiss, Like thdse old lifin liridinr iif llii Fli < I ! W'htrc are tin SliijtK of l/ir Cznr ; What has become of the Fleet ? Where are the ships of the tzar '.' Speak ! thou just God, from thy seat. And tell the round world where they are ! Such doom, when (o • greed they make war. Be ever for tyrants in store I Down in the depth below, Where the corse and the kraken go ; St'p 'vutrna ®f i[;(rj^ SlrrpgB. 81» «ll'.|.. til,. j;j,r,i..,„,,f ,|„. ,|,...,, In lUv |'.-ll.. ifn „ ^i:,.,ir.- si. ,.|, ; WliiTHtli,. Slav,., s i.iilk «ns n ll.il. Ami thf yalli-.,!, „j(|, lis y,,|,| . WlM-rr tliiTrIi s ami ti-.-as. i^-s |i,.. Tlir Jr.' Inst t.. ih.. .artli ami »ky :— ■Ml. •>■.., witli tl,,. sli„„. ai,,l thrilark. Wli.r, liol.tniM,.. raj aii.l ii, spark; Wiwrv .■,,,iies no sii,l,|,.|i sliri.k i,r roar Where l.attle-tliM! .>rs .s< i,„.| ,„. i,:„r,. ': W.-.ls f.ir tlicir indiiijj.sliKt. liatttr il anil ..ri.kiii in «ar, '''"■'■■ "■'<"'■ /.'o,.,,,. ,.,,/■/',,,. /■/,',-, „,•. ,„, .Ships ,.,11,, (■.„,■! •MMi > KAVoIil'l K. A\ (ll.li I 'ai;i,i, is X \,.;„ I)|[|;.i„. '*fT^''''^''''" ^*'' '■" """■ fav"iil.-s reumst i^ .,tt.-n,i: Tlinstlici Iiit prttMl I'facr s'-t in tl:e sky. Speak to our hearts with a language victorious, Tel! us of Ilini wlio ascended on liigh ! Bring ns Mis Lilies, that tell of His puiity ; Bring tis His Hoses, all red like His hlood : Bring us His Palm, type of rest and security. Home of refresliment, and (iarden of l.od. Show U;i tlie Morning Star, clearest and bright- est : Sluiw us, at twiliglit. His gem o'er the sea ; Rise, () thou Kock, the wild billow tliatsiiiitesti Star of our hope, and sure refuge, is He. Bread for us broken, our precious subsistence, Feeding our souls in the desolate waste ; Fount upon fount flowing up from the distance. When we are thirsty, deliglitiiig w t taste. Fruit-bearing Vine, wide-extending thy brandies. In thee my life-giving Savior I sec ; Flocks of the folds, scattered wide o'er the ranches. Unspotted Lamb, andCiood Shepherd, is He. Home of my childhood, my memory's fond centre, Portal beloved! tliou sayest to me. ®!jiip MuM m iljp m-oBB, 91 IlrUth, /;„-„-.and by Himtliou n.ay'st enter- M« IS thy Way; thy Cn.panion is He. Types ..f „„r Savior, exalt Hi„,, express Hi„, ■ hn,l,leM,s of beauty, in sky and in sea ■ Howers of the field, in your bloonung confess Hright with the smile of His welcome are ye: THE BHITISH FLAG. FROM Till.: KBENCH OF I.OUIS FkkchetTK. iht H^r"-"'' ':'""yi'"» falhr,-, pniMin,, to niniand, It waves ii'er ninny a land; llidiri<;, with color new, Some bit of lieaven s bine ; — i'et ne'er obscures a ray In that serene of day. *'0'er continent and sea It towers exultantlj ; And ever, where it flies, (io Art and Enterprise : .See its red glow enierue Frtjni Ocean's farthest verge, While desert lands remote Heboid it proudly float " It waves o'er great and small ; Its impress is on all : To far oft wild and den. To tribes of savage men. It comes, to charm their sight, A harbinger of light, And to the world supplies Each art may civilize. " And in the march direct Uf human intellect. Through mists and twilights gray Behold it lead the way ; Like dove, from ark released, After the flood had ceased, ®lfr MuM &t ■■tBBB. 93 "rgnidiiiKcoluimi hjgli Uprcared at .Sinai. "That glorious Klaj;, of old. In jk, w ,V,,'A w J S ■" tir ■VVVJ-) M^ Im^ h^-V^ ' m ,,1. 96 » iSlrSa (if alhi? (SlnusE. Flow on, as luiisical and tifet, () streamlet, (ince my priilf anil caic I Thy watt'isniit less imri- nr swc t. Thy llowtry Ixiiders nut liss fair. Till)" youtli and lionie and friends are gone, And ] from lliee am far away, 1 hear thy voice in that far dawn, Tlion freslieiust in my heart to-daj (), brook : '-Thro' shade and sunny i^leani,'' Ahing thy track of bonndin(> joy Still How, the same deli}:hltnl stieani I followed when I was a hoy 1 THK HILLS OK SCOTLAM). AScoitish iiiiiidfii. sick uiui lffp 'Skfiia ©f ^f ;r 97 iw..„iasHcn,«i,iiis.,'.scotiaiia, Trrad my aiii, my native sli„re. Oil, the bojinie hills o'Scctland' There I waiid-ied when a cliild Mid the glens witnmhiin- hnrnies, An' the lieather hloomin' wild: N>". my lieart is faint and droopin'. _ An' tliis hosoni sair wi' pain ; Vet, the b()nnie liiils .,' Scotland, I wad look on them agnin : Oil, y« hills! ye hills o-.Sctland: I liae lo'ed ye, greetin' sair ! N()() I see ye in the sunset. Ye are bonnie— ye are fair ! Ha ! — -the horsemen o' the Prophet, An' the chariots 1 see ,' O, ye holy hills of Heaven, Ye are fairer still, to me! liKLLK liORXE DKOOK SILLKIiV, giEBRC. Q)ANClESinnumerons hover round thy name ^ Ihou s, ver thread of mnsic wimingdown To k.ss the haunted waves t],at lisp of fame Lapping gray crags by a Canadian towrf' Throned on a fortress-rock high in the North. Long-wlnle the seat of (iailia s sons „f war • Krorn whose worn wallsof old Chan.plain look d forth, Where Wolfe, expiring, deathless Iionorbore. 1 Si 98 What proud-lit eyes survey the s|laciou^ scene, And trace St Chai lesali.uK liis verdant shore. Cheered by his gluw, and Sillerys !;ii.vts "f green, Wlicre, hid iu woods, tliou sportest evermore'. What fairy presence dwells apart witli tliee, <) Helle Home Streamlet : listening to thy voice ? Mingling tliy ripples so melodiously, It seems thou hast a soul (ial can rejoice I Impregned witli snreets from Howery meadows won, Or woodsy odor, where the grove is liigli, Thou court'st the Mayflower's sliade, or in the sun, (Jlancestat trillium or blue violet, nigh. Oft, with continuou- laiigliier tlicm d gladness wliatsoe'er is fair. Tlinu sing'st aloud to Heauvi.ir, gay demesne. In innocent mockery of the :norning l)irds; By Spencer Grange winds on thy creeping sheen Fond as the feeding flocks or dreaming herds. So clear thou sing'st when Sage and Poet meet, Thy bickering beauties they must cfime to trace ; While many a legend shall their (iuide repeat. The lov'd Historian of tliat sylvan place.* * Sir jamf^ Mnf-phprson I.t; Movnt'. nf Spincer (;iani!<\ the ^eni:il iloyen unii chronicler of t^uthfi, ite MuM m ©l|ip Cir023. 99 Uitli tlifi. til." vesper cliiire Is Ii.ani afar ; Willi the soft Angi'liis thou dost tinklins glide ; " While the sun lights tliee, or the evening star, And pale Konianee sits hovering hy thy side! Some g-Mitle nun lias found thee her lovMhoiirn; Here fond enanior'd lovers wont tip stray ; Here the quaint scli"largreets the dewy morn, Sprinkling from Helicon the infant day. No w newly hath the Spring ( hy sprite released, Loosed from dumb frost thy gleesome wave wins free; The festival of song, the flowery feast, And the long sunshine, bring thy jubilee. The lofty-swinging pines their nursling greet; Replenished, the green maples thee espouse; The household robin and the brown thrush sweet Make thee their answer from the whispering boughs. Perhaps, at Marchmont, from some hasty brink Thou'lt take the swallow's kiss, wild-answer- ing The tipsy tumbler, saucy Bobolink,— Leaving that wanton trifler on the wing. With gay caprice the golden butterfly Shall flicker o'er where thy pure eye may see; The insect-dragon dart tliy pools a-nigh. And near thy shallows drone the burnie-bee. <«. 100 ClJf E^f '^mm. What tones may ri-aoli tliee tliroiit-li tliy ({iiani- iaii trevH, Where them thy mystic converse hipUlest all. From the ruile ulangoroiis world home on the hreeze V -Or (lost tlioii liear men's voices when tliey call'.' Thetliun(rroiiscity,iliave(l from mornto uijjht Wliere clamorous throngs till all the wallcs of trade; The eclioing jjun, from Stadaci>na s height,-- Say, can they pierce thy calm, contiguous shade '■* Nay, for however Man may drudge and groan. Lilte somestrongSpirit where Time holdsno sway, A thing of joy and liglit, content, alone, Unstained, thou lioldest youtli's perpetual way. And by thy side tlie wight of weariness May find the unity of tranquil tliought, — May breathe the healing of thy wave, and bless The harmonizing spell by Nature wrought. Not missionlBSs,througli Sillery's green domain O IJtflle Borne Urook ! thou wanderest, wild and free ; To gentle hearts with sylvan dreams again Thou comest, and their singing is of thee! SONG. ^^HERE was a lass I chanced to meet,— Mi A lass so modest and so rare, ^■^She did not know her voice was sweet. She did not know her face was fair ; W!<^f MirhB ®f Ulff larsaa. 101 lliit, all, tliPl.,aiityof luTininii : 'f was a gift l.p.v.,n,) <„„,,,ar.. ; n.'r ryes Wf re „f tlie lieavwily kind. Ami l„v.- al.,ne eiigaKed lier care. " ■I'li.Te was a lass I r such as she,-.aml she is there ' Sli« did not kn„w her voice was sweet Slu- did n.,t know her face was fair. TIIK UNIiKCUUMZEi, I'OKT. '?^y//.V /, „ot S.,n,j, the lastingSilence saith ■ {^ No l.eart^is^muved, n„ mind convinced of In this wide 'world of loveliness no part Hast thou to show the fruitand power of Faith O, world-scorned Dreamer : haunted by the wraith •' " Of Hope that never may to Deed mature No firm r-sp.,nse shall e-er thy heartassure Kre thou go out and down to Lethean Death. Why longer with tlie .)/a/.r r«, then, appear ? Art is tor, high, too subtle Song, for tliee • The public favor is a bird too shy ' Nor even the Critic wortl y of his sneer Now deems thee Ah ! indeed, this well may be ! Yet hearts must hope and dream, or else they die. 102 $5|f ItrJiB 0f '^I^r Canaaa. ONK MOKE. NK niipfH carrss, darling, Ixfoii' wf |i«ft ; Mine eyes (lisoprii wttar tlie silent »' ore ; SiKin liie t'uMi It jiress no longer to tliine heart. My voice sli»lt hear no more. '■Oil. love, so Ions? as love to tliee remains I"' Together once we rtail that tender lay ; Yet never seemed that bli-s which never wanes So sacred as to-day. Ah, love me but the more that I must go From tliine enfolding amis ! Tis love I prize; Fori would taste its sweetness liere. then km w Its rrpture in the skies. .Mind not the lonely pillow thou must press, Think not of solitude, with many a tear ; In nights of gloom, with wakeful tenderness. Shall I not still be near? Yea, I shall come, if any way may be ! Thy love— the dearest treasure I possess— Thinkest thou that, wlien I am reft from thee, I can esteem it less ? Thouart mine own ; of thy possession sure. Here, none could ever win my heart away ; In yon unchanging world I.ove dwells secure ;- There may we live for aye. One more caress, darling, before we part ! Mine eyes discern not far the silent shore: Love me' for soon thou'lt press me to thy heart. Soon hear my voice, no more. '<£lw ■iiixhB m &^e CEraaa. 103 .I'llin Ml I'h. Mr:ihlf iilrtnil-lii'il hi fi II hv the >lriirfr. Ilu\ jii nKiiiilhiv.Ti,i„f ,l,.,,jliilii, 'Iv uiib.ikiri. 1 il. biiKil . lul iliiriii^ : >i~i', hi' hi "m- lllii. ii;; hii |ilii;iU 111 Ih'.l Il I illltf tl-||l|.l(i;ir 11^ liiaili)t'>v he iiiill hi- f,„|,, ' IMlhilii- .,|,|.<.:i| I«:t II lii.clRul i|i|,ti,-, ,v|,„h ~|iiril ,,f |„-iii. O, siirciv thill, wilt „„t ilcl.-iv. \Vh hi iil>- [ >h;ill li-1, II VI Oil lit lh\ ivfu oni, who wilt rli I'lir thy fiHI sttt> to jrri'i Vil' itiiikf rt'iiicml'LTiil : Aii.l liahliii fviTv v.in hi'iT iiiv hiiini-.— I- C.I till-, in : toalwn.l,,,, hi,,, ; ,h, niiiiiittil iiiul the h -Mtr 11, his lall.d.r Khc hail i .1 hiuC iHir'od his Ji> etiMifil. '"BCr se|iarutiiMi that i ft II! .Mi:!,'r wes sever, dearf St, fd.^.r., After tlie years we togetlier liave know I, wlio would bless tl tllL . t-'ry,— Wilt tlioii leav lee, ciasiiaiid caress •e nie to laiiptiisli alciic! id weave Ne'er would I i»rieve thee,— I, who d thee Passionate songs, ere niv ha . -_ rp was outworn: Sunken, sad-hearted, hoi)e long departed,— Ah, htit t/ioii knowest ho ,v deeply I mourn ! Once I asjiired, dared and desired ; Latireis for singing to win tliee I tried: A: 104 Wm '^dkM ©f Wm (Sroaa. Fancy, bnjjlit nivm ! tliv tcnui (inani is hut ; 8iw and solitude liiinible my {niiii'. My faint fingers tire and fail from tlie Is re; .Spent, its wild music and innocent glee : Vet cf)me the years, Itringin^ laureis tor sing- ing,— llAKi' OF Acadia !— ami honors for thee. Fallen this gloom in, tlioii canst illumine My horror of darkness, and succor riy woe: Come ! and dream over days when thy Uiver Sang in the sunsliine of love, long ago. Ah 1 can I move thee, — /, who still love thee? Flutters with hope my now penitent breast '. Canst thou not see, love, my heart beats for tiiee, love ? Deem me not cold, wife, bntso'ely oistrest! Now my wild yearning for thy returning 1 breathe tlirocgli my harp, — Oh, vouclisafe me reply 1 Then, if thou hearest, — sweetest and dearestl (ilad in thine arms let nie hasten to die '. CUUX. *^KAK, <) my br.>thersl hear that cry (jf woe K®J Which deepens ever on the Soutliern ( breeze ! Stilt (.'uba wei-ps. aiul still th*' coral seas Kedden and sigh to feel lier ov"rthrow : Terne's* and Armenia's do<»nt they know. On wh se starved lips our bread i.s sweet : but wine • Ireliui.l. 5^ ^'^^^^ ®f Uiii dxsBB, 105 And manna t-> the sinil^ fl.ot . Crue „,spa,.aMV„attl,o-,o..„s„-;;^ H • '..r Island .-lister, thou on ns dost f,Jn • ietoanCo„„„hiatn,nh„e,.e.awav ■ And, thv .apacions pleasure to f„iu, HOOD. ^A.e e.e.n.o.e eVh^'S a^r,,;^"-"'^''' The mornmg-memories of the world Ah, gentle-bosomed Hard ! he knew Two angels met to bless his birth - To scatter flowers, to sprinkle dew 1 And one was .Musi,, one was 51 i,,h Now P„ek, now Ariel, breathed i.is strain And by the streaming fount «; Tears 5^et not the gleeful sprites of yo;e The greenwood and the mould'ring hall Are qu.ck with many an eerie tone We answer to his pensive can Who speaks^tl. things our Warts have 106 iilfi? Itriia ®f ^f?? '3 How (jiiick. Iiow warm, liis pulse wuukl beat, Wlien I'itv stirred liis genial lire 1 liovv would his plead'u^ pen entreat, When wrong evokeKKSiT;D IT WAS 1 I'l"--^ .Il ""u his ■ •''ins ALSO [^ V A. VI TV. " '" .11 Mi,nv \(S)M.VLYr^.ststl,e W„rl.H. i Tliis, () Hr„„„ . ''^''■ Hell ,1„ y„„ know ■ ilnstoy„„isoi,vi„us, Ovi.l 'fani.sl,.,| t„ the Thracian wil.l . """«..,,.«, w,H.„ y..„r,„ar,. as, o'ved tor the love of wife ami child l"--s you did too keeniv feel f risoner of thj, ijastiile • ' TM;^ fun plainly y..„ I'alilei Galileo : ■' ' . •jreat Tyrannns Pontifex ■ Why will yo,. t,,. „3j. „,^ ^^^ „ yiiisitore Clerious, "''""'"" .'/n>ral./,- of,,,/ Sayeth Hug,, : Still will you go O/'t.. rack and to imprison us,- That old cruel, foolish business;' "'' y<>" .cize us, proscribe, libel 112 ®Iff Iwdia ®f ilji? (imm. Cleave oiir bones, and burn oiir Bible ? In tlie name nf Ilim above us I ( .Manes of Latimer and (juyon '. ) Do you hate us ? do you love us ? Torqueniada— bitter shrew Of the rack, the torch, the screw, — W/iiit is it yiiii profxiff ti> iir nri'd, — «« cannot let Vol! nt to-ilay, — wn oaiiiiot spiic yon ynt : ' T.'ifiisavs tlie Dcictur : "lie liatlit-aten iimnflit: Bring liini some brutli" riii- nurtiiiinmliaiitllit is l>roii(!lit. "Take tliis, Mrilanolitlioii.— '////i/,' il .' " I.utli- er cries, And strives to help the sick man to arise. " It is in vain ! " so (iotli Melanolithon sigh : ■' HIess nie, dear Lntlier, and then let me die V "Tiior siiAl/r NOT DiK 1" cries Lntlier, stern as fate ; " Dri III.- this ; orfliiiiidi-ir.rfurinniiiiiriili .'" Melanclitlion drinks a lonjr, deep dranglit ; revives, Kises, and througli laborious years, survives. So Death retires, who bears but partial sway; While God, and Life, and Luther, win tlie day. KACA. *'ris c:i«v to ciy "H;icii."— John Hkake. For out: hypocrite wlin is di'cked with tliL- Ihuhii s of virtue, thi-re are IWLiity jfood men wlio siitTer t ht iL:rin. ininy ot'vii-e; so wlU disposed art- individuals to trample upon thf fame r)ftlieirl'elln\v -creatures. fTS ET not your outcry be too long or loud, \^ Ye Levite-Guardians of Truths sacred shrine. If some with garments soiled pres.s in the crowd. ^hs -MAa ®f ilqe filroaa. 115 If tlr-iv i,r.. sp.ts v»!,..,v l>,.,„„s w.Me n».aiit t,. .sliiiif: Divine, Wl,,.,, tl„nwitli ini.iKlc.s |',i,|,.-,s ,„„st siil.tle li'avi'ii : \V«r,„w.,„.l is ,nix,-,i will, »acran».„tal wine ATiJ«l.illi..va,iestl„.s.,ft.stairs of Heaven Uewl,„,,.t rrall.an,l.)„sti„.. intlieeartl, <.ave Meroy, t.M,, an.l ( liarity, i„ „,an- Ilave car... „„r,.,.tintf Krn.r's n..,nMr.M.s l.irti, \en„t.list.irl, tl,e(.at,l,.ns sa.-red plan <|ird V that False!. I ll..n.,. . ^arlaml „earsV ^Veep „ ,., the Jnst wl.,., crn.she.l and sc.rned aes|iair> : Tin: M.Vk'IM; OF MUX, .\l:-.n,-, viliil, ,',ln,.,i,,„ „ ■. ■" ^■•'>"■-;■^. ■•l Or,..,,., .icr,t„„f ten '.' And wliat should the Farm lie fit for, if not for the rearing of Men '.' 'Tis a scanty soil for the seeding; yet licre we win our bread, And a stout lieart may grow stnmger where plough and harrow are speil; Then break up the higli, bleak liillside, and trench the swamp and fen; — For what should the Farm be lit f'.r, '' -lot the rearing of Men ;' The crop by the frost is bliglited— a niggard the season seems; Yet the ready liand tinds duties, and tlie youthful heart has dreams: The Bar i>r the Senate to-morrow— to-morrow the I'ulpit or Pen; For what is the Farm best fitted, if not the rearing of Men ? Or, what if our lot be humble, and we on the Farm abide '.' There is room for noble living, and the realm of thought is wide: The sword outllaslied in tlie battle hath lionor we all iiiav ken ; f ^ix^B (3{ lib,t iZxsBz. 117 it'.'h"* ^' Hut iji tl,Hr,. „„ praise »,„| no glory to .'o with Is "iir lif,.all in gold an "'« Plain And all tlie mountain tops for thee are bricht Stream-|„o.ener: shedding livingorvstal w f More blithe for thee the iLpid Ll'k l" s^W K,ch,„ diffusion, thou dost still bestow Thy light, as hearts give love a f r.„ -_\to,io ~i • * *""*^®-— a treasure rare- ROOT AND BLOSSOM -j}; 120 a^e mtM ©f Uifs €^120. MY IIOl'K IS IN TIIKK. " 1-: i; 1 \' IT ■a::u-^\ .!•- it - I i uirr. ; ill ' t\>] . Ik >(-; : 1 hint tin ^i ■ ; tlu-l .,(lv ;1r cii ; h : Uk M liiii' V I hi' lllfi I! Cf • >t 1 (■'>! 1110; iin i. WllMl IlKM ns 1 t!i;i wc :i L'tr. It ■■.1 ;iiH jail :iM.l 4.11 .1 .11* (ti-^ ipjM lllK li. n, Il \\ f 11 1' (1 s R': rtu mi a <:x]v. U--U ii VUa mc ..111 *;ii 1 lor Ik- tl >h-.u r)\V, ;t[i ti ih;il. ■Th itrv ^t!i:i whic 1 In- lis lii t t,TS t III- \rN r 1 kll i\v 1 t bill (11. !■ a i>.\\( r 11 on 11 ,{^^l us 1 or thvSL-Il" i ,n :i r r ol t->S I til tl cy 1 n' >sO Ml TiiKl- j.HlK N.\L ( F IV 10 K !• EMX THOU oracular Deliilii '. spfakii.j,' clear. With thy mysterious, secret, .sil>yl-toii(riie: How i-rni irr know orusKi.vKs '? When we are young, Oiir eyes are dazzled ; old, our eyes are iilear. Wliat'(N that inward Si.i.K, of wliich we hear ■.' Inconstant as the wind, orhoarv main. It seems not .«/»///('.- nay, nor even twain, But Mtl.TIiTEX, in its uncertain spliere. How diHic:! - self-knowledge, self-contrtd 1 Flun;;, like an atom to the whirlinc wind. Or like a chip to tlie tumultuous sea ; In twilight-paths of Hope STid Fear, my Soul, Unfit herself to know, her way to find.— Tliiiu till-i-i rrdlin;/ Lord, / ri\)i lo TIik .' •*f THE MESSENGEU. EAK ye my call, ye sons of men ! ' Still doth celestial Wisdom cry : When will ye seek for me.— ah. wlien ! Nor put your hetter portion hy ? •' Here at the gates of (iain and Power, (iod's Messenger, unheard, I stand : Repeal my counsel o'er and o'er. And sound my warning thro" the land. ©lie Mlzhz ®f ©ffp (Sroaa. 121 '■IseetI.eSonsof Pleasure pass • Tl,eMightysettl,eirtl,r,.„eso„high; Tlie Mean stoop low ;-|„,t all, alas' Oo pass tlieir better p.,rtion by : " ''^" ">« '"-day : Tl.y God will give Of Truth and (irace tlie full supply - Mine are the words l.y which ye live And only they who slight then. die. 'Silver and gold are shining dust And gems of lustre nmst decay ■ Hut who in Wisdom puts his trust Hath that which cannot fadeaway. ' AN AUTfMXAL HYMN. /^UTIJMN lms^con,e.-sweet .Sabbath of the "/ feast o('splendor satiates onr eyes • Us saddening n,usic. falling on the ear H.ds pensive musing in the^eart arise Now earlier shadows veil the sunset skies, And b"gl.t^the stars and harvest moon do The woodbine's blood-red leaves the morn espies ""Jill Hung from the dripping elm ; the yellow- ing pine ■' And fading goldenrod denote the year's decline. The light is mellow over all the hills • Silence ,n all the vales sits listening;' As If Earth waited for her spotless King • M'. ',i%l' l'". i 122 ®iji? 3!ir&a (if ©fji? §,xmB. Nor is there want of sacred ministering ; The laden trees seem priests all consecrate; Tlie rustling corntields seem to cliant his praise ! Surely Man's thankfulness, "mid his estate A gladsome hymn should not forget to raise To Him whose bounteous hand doth ever crown our days ! To Him be praise when harvest-fields are bare. And all the sheaves are safely gatliered in; When merry threshers vex the sunny air, And ri'ddy apples crowd the scented bin I Praise Him, when from the dim mill's mis- ty din In floury bags the golden meal comes home; And praise Him for the bread ye yet may win, When steaming liorses plough the fertile loam, And so prepare tlieway torharvestsyettoconie. Praise Him, when round tlie fireside spark- ling clear, The household group at evening smiling meet ; To Him, whose goodness crowns the circ- ling year, Lift up the clioral hymn in accent sweet ; The comeliness of Song lift to His seat, Who, from His palace of eternal praise. His earth-born children hears their joys re- peat ; (if SV Crrz3„ 123 Nor answer to their tl,ankf„lne>.s delays Hut„,.,retl.eirgratef,move.itl,,.essMlrX <>„rel,a..ty,e,n,eartss,,a,M„„„.. „„,,,„, K...,nfiI,tl,es„l'e„d.,roftl,eM.s„„set skies ■'■'"""^"-^;:!:'."-'-'^--r>l-.u,e,.tpi,anta. Ah : think, if these no nioreooiilil win thine N.r earth, nor skies, nor the n,ajesnc sea. If Love weregone -that jewel Angels pnVe: A„da„thatn.akesthe.SonrsfeLf,- What. then, were g^„,g„„„^^__f; one, to tliee .' ■Vot l.read,^thatstrengthe„eth the heart of ""'""'' grves""'''" ' '-"'""^ ""' ^'''t''" ^fore provid«nt,the Heavenly Husbandman «..ves thed.viner food by which man lives: Not gladdening wine alone the heart re ceives. Nor oil, wlnclj^ makes his mortal face to Like Autnnm^ra'in from dripping cottage He gives the thirsty Soul a draught divine ■ Come , lay your thankful sheaves, fir.st fruits ui)on nis shrine : •\.t ¥ 124 ilj? iBuhm M illfi? (^vmz. TKK LOBSTKIiMAX. r ^ IT is'ntall fun for tlii^ I.obsternian, (Z^J Tlio' a liardy wiglit lie hf. ' And tlio' lif cDint- witli a clii cij fare. Like the sun em a twinkling sea : Tie sets his traps, and he baits liis traps.— And it is'nt the best "f spurt To find, when lie nieasnres his crusty-backs, That half of 'em tall short. And the Lobster-folk are a funny folk, They do not care if you are dead-broke 1 For once I heard a fisherman say, — " Thexc jitktrn irill iniUi f/inir furiinii x pl<')h .!«' oft then net like, sin ! Y(iu tff ii i'ou set your traj>s. You I, ait your trapn. TnBN SOMETIMES THEY'LL O'WHf Sometimes THE- 'LL o'wouT, Sometimes they'll g'wofp': " 126 I!|i? Itrte ®f ®I|P €mm. O, a holiday trip has the I.(>t)st»Tiiiati, Wlicii tlie snow sifts in the sea, And his bnat drittsout « lierc the breakers sti' lit That leap and whiten a-lee ; Or the frayed line parts, as the trai>he pulls With mittened liand half fripze,-- Yes, the line it parts, as he backward falls. And into the deep he g> (iroaa. 127 When Scotia-s lays soft native lips repeat How, >cl,tl,e Doric accent t.,„,y.„: De^r t,, ,.„ long |,a, been McLaolilan s lyre • <) t \yanl..ck s pensive „„,s.. a„.tes n,y fire Or brings the sudden syn,patl,etic tear And Murdoch, I„.,ki„gf,,„,,„.,^„^„^^,^ On Fundy^s wave, has touched n,e„ith his And Harper, ripe with his scholastic lore Mceps ,n his heart the product of his brain. Kind-hearted gracious Latto ! on the street ''''''iol:':'''""''''"''"'''''?"'-*'"" Thro' his fond eyes the cast of Fife I sreet Hear thro' his ears the Norland Ocea^^roir McCall, the bn^sque, the generous, wakes not And Ueir has hung upon the willow bough That sweet pipe known to many a rounde/ay I ea- tl,en> frien's, an' frien's I deem they are ' TUytZl^2Zt "'^ '""'I'l'''' '-nc'-fo'rth'be tL T ^""P'<^ muse.-Tho- frae afar Imrie, I rax a brither's haun to thee ' A s(;kne in the bethel /^ROWDED Father Taylors Bethel : ^^w-;>"'I" "^ "" ''•" quarter deck, nuhh.s favorite tars about him, He portrays a sinking wreck iffiii 128 Wks '^tirSiB ®f iifif €ct00. While he speaks tliey see the yawning (iiilfs of the tempestUDtis sea.— See the blackening heavens above them, See the surges smite and llee ;— See the sailors hurrying, toiling : Hear the tliunders booming loud,— Hear the shrieking of the whirlwind As it tears thro' sail and sliroud ; — Hear the rattling, wild deck-trumpet, Captain's orders sh'iuting shrill ; ( 'Tis enough with mortal terror Kveu the stoutest heart to fill 1 ) And while now the spell is strongest. While doom stares them in the face. And a hush of awe falls deeper, He is silent for a space : — Then, far-leaning o'er the seamen Cluster'd round him, with a frown,— " Boys I " he shouts, "now man the life- boat ! "See; the ship is going down!" Quick upleaps a tipsy sailor. Knowing not where lie is at, — Peers in wild alarm about him, — Mutters " Where in '« my hat .'" Down the aisle he starts and staggers, Bent on giving doom the slip ; lllj? il ^'V (Exmz. 129 VaiNl.vTa>l.,roalls, t., Imllliin,..- '■ lluvslyci, n^ed i,„t l,.avt. the .sliij, ; ■ Hfttrr tliaii a f..iiii,|,.n„^ v.ssH, O'li' ii|M,!ia low I,.,. ^|,„re ; "''"',■","';""■:'■'"■"'''"'■■■■■ ''«KM..„hi..i, As li«lj(,lte,i thri, tl,,- il,„„ TIIK PKISONKK ,,i.- .rilK u.KS I,U iSALUT. DHKVH s. /QIjAN : my JK.th... : ,..> ,„y sands are run _ r^ y"""-- :.ieal justly with n... «re 1 i... VVI.v iLV'A "^ "T '">■ ''"'"' I" I'"- I cry caj,ti.^n.,,,Hs.,,ri,:;;to;;;,r^'''^'' H.neatI, ,ny C,,,,,,!,^ , f,„„.„ ,,^^ „,^|.^,; ,^ Ills l:NK,Mi|,i Silence: tl|.,M,vr.t,.|,f„rl„rn: It is to,, laf IfonHwoul. hfta„l.a.ii„gvo,c,f.,rther Ho dead ordan,„.d ret„r,,%.l,., vanis ,tl ro' The adan.antine bolted dm,r of Fat"'' -TZW"^"} ??^ """lisl.ed the .lecreeV f>, fi THE YOI'N , MAN AIWAI.OM » II le the snn is goinp d(,wn, ^ For the rnessenger who is hastening To Mead s high walled town : At the long delay so anxious, ^i 130 air;? 'SlAz ©f iSti^ ^niBB. His spirit bi'cins tn chafe, Kor liH cries, as tlie scout appmaclies,- " /.v Ihr /liiiinn mil II Ahxiiluiii ■•■iij'i .'" N(i matter how went the l)attle, No iiiattvr for crown i^r throne ; Hut what of the heautiful creature,— Tlie hoy that I h)ve- iiiy own '.' Say. tosseil on the tide <( l>attle — i'he fairest anepkni>knck Day, 1S03. LOOP tlie village stands. 1m som'd in trees; Penobscot rolls his sun-brigli t wave below : There ply the steamers ; there the vessels fililjip Itsrlia ®f jlfep cgj iJ3a. 133 Pro,., < rnnato,. s secl,ul,.,l, sylvan sl'rP Va, all tl,« rivers lights and „..|,„,ies. Witl,„,any, not. v„oif.r us „„,ve along. ''■■;^ «"ats_tlu. star sue.,, banner, tl.aLon.. The patriots warmest love. l,isl,,niest song: ri.e bells are gla.l, and every l,eart is gay lo iisber in the Nations Xatal Day : y? TIIK COCK AND TIIK PKAUL. rMIIATKl) FROM AKsOP. , SKI.K IM H.liTA NT bantam cork- The master of tl,e featbery flock- Was strutting bis own barlyard round • When, lying wbite upon the ground Shining among the yellow straw What proved to be a pearl, i,e saw •_ A precious jewel of great cost That someone wandering there bad lost. He pecked at it : " What have we here?" Contemptnonsly cried Chanticleer ■ "A treasure truly you may be To such as prize you ;-l,ut for me A single barley-corn I more Esteem, than all your tasteless store ' ♦'■ iil 134 it'll? atr&a M ®i|i? ffl^ariaaa. m 51, U Yon anglfwonii, tliat twists and curls. Is surely worth a pfok of pearls ' With tliis, aloft his head he threw. And lustily the cockscomb crew. Such is the sordid estimate Of Uenius, in iiis IiIkIi estate ; So Art and Song to nought are turned. And so is beauteous Wisdom spurned. The pearls, too seldom found, to-day As vulgarly ate cast away : The Souls most precious things are boast Of him can feel and prize them most. CHICKADEE. ©N A SPKAY of yon pine tree, Cheery as a bird can be. In this keenest winter weatliei, W ith thy mat", blithe Chickadee, Thon canst sit and sing together,— (•l,irk-n'lt repay mo with thy singing,— (^hicU-fi-dfi-def-fU . C'ome .sometimes to visit me ; I will love thee, Chickadee ! ' Shelter thee from want and cold ■ Make thee of my table free ■ _ Nay, 'tis thine, this forest old,— Vliich-rt-ilrr-dir-flrr. THE EAGLK. ALAPTEI. FROM THE FUKNCH OF ALFRED DF \I(!NY. ©N the snowy mountain s,:m™it-yon ham- let s silvery crown, Ihe Spaniard has wounded an eagle, came swooping suddenly down,- The great Asturian Eagle, that has threatened his bounding (lock As, like the f<.am of ocean, they break over moss and rock. With wings that are fiercely beating, and rain- ing drops of blood. The bird mounts heavenward, braving grim Heath, in his hardihood ; Swift as tl'^^^«a-l^ing leven darts from it. sheath r ,< 3S i4. t* iiii 136 U¥ ^i3^^® '®^ ^'^'^ ^mzB. If is it i While shriller than cry ..f bu^le his shriek re- soiimls aloiirl. sunward hesteadilv m..unteth ; his filn.y eyes do seek Its fires, as he would breathe them with wide- ly-opened beak, As it were the source ..mniflc whence his tow- ering spirit came. Or he his life would recapture from its empire of glowing tlame. As if no bolt had stricken, no shaft could reach him, there. With great wing-strokes he hoveis and sw.ms in the golden air ; In his last rich bath of glory he seen.s to float and rest ; But the hot ball there is burning like a living coal in his breast. Too sure was the aim of the peasant to give a respite long ; Strong is the heart of the Kagle, bnt the grasp of Death is strong ; His wing its shaft drops downward where un- der the furze-wood glooms : As the regal rose in its fading his mantle is shed ding its plumes. Dizzying, his weight bears him downward, of his proud height dispossessed, !fp ©irnaB. 137 Till 1,« sinks in the snow of tl.e mountain with wildly-heaving breast • The mountain's chili ceeps closer to the heart whose valor is done, And shut is the eye undazzled when it gazed in the eye of the sun. O Eagle-Soul, undaunted ! o Spiritof Love and oong I Above the Olympian Mountain thou soarest bright and strong : Like the Monarch-bird thou hoverest aloft in the golden air : Ah ! who can dispossess thee •.' What ill can reach there ? But, like the storm-born Eagle to his Asturian g.en. To Earth for treasure thou stoopest ; then fain would'st soar again • In vain, for thy heart is stricken ! The Spirit of Weepmg cries : '•Come ye to the lamentation :, behold where the fallen lies!" CAMP-FIRE MEMORIES WBITTBN FOR A POST MKKTING OF THE OAK AT HAMPDEN, OCT., 1897. ^URS are^tjie memories of those glorious When bugle-notes awoke the slumbering When drums made sign for battles to be born And blood-stained fields oft met the Soldiers- gaze. hW' I !! 138 U^s Itrto ®f ®¥ e Tlie trout, with Mary's cakes and tea. Hut now, while you are thither l,ent ■ While Weelahka and Melvin Stream t Inspire in you tlie peet's dream And the old pleasures are renewed Of Nature and of Solitude ;- While Ben t with many a merry pea] Makes glad the rude walls of Ckags„,el- Wh.le sunset flames upon the Lake """ And tlirushes vesper music make ; ' While Mary spreads the evening meal • While noon makes still the thickets round; While morning, gladdening every heisht Whiir,f " ""w^""** '""' J"yf>'l 'ouni ■ While upon Winnepesaukee's breast The_snowv shadowy clouds do rest ; Or daybreak bids its sheen inherit While up, when dreaming night is done, With growing splendor, lifts the sun — Ay, while yonrnightshavedreamsof bliss or on day's golden cycles run ; Think how your "brither-bard " must miss • Oliver W, Rnffers, of niTlcrica, Ma""'« "cliy scribbler and haunted elf. Who doesn't know who he is, himself — If he'll trouble to look,— I do declare — In Its priceless pages, he'll find out there." Then at once the Owl took up the strain And the dusky forest re-echoed again And the welkin rang, til! all was blue. With, " Who's Who ?~ Who's Who?" iliii - - . ■ 1 ' 144 ^kt lir^a ®f ^¥ ^naa. Ik. A PROPER SPRING-SONG. »IS time to sinK a »«>nB <>' Spring, ) 'TIs time to wake tlie vernal lyre ; ' But dont forget, good wif«, as y.t. To stop the drauglit and feed tlie llrf . The Mayflower and tlie Violet-time Is come, at last— my song mnst say ; But every verse is tagged with rinif . While fields are russet, skies are gray. Had '. Maid ethereal : Nymph divine ; I prythee, give me cap and mitts 1 And, H he go through 8lush or snow, Each wight his overcoat befits. Tis April, now,— or maybe. May, { It does'nt really matter which ;) But I must sing a song of Spring,— So, let me get the proper pitcli. Hark 1 to the singing of the birds : — " Y* little birds, how can ye sing," While I ray cap with muffler wrap. And to my overcoat yet cling ? Glad tears are in my eyes— thri/ frirzr. Yet are they glad and happy tears: They have been shed by poets dead For six or seven hundred years. I cough,— the rheum is in my eyes ; Out of my head much ichor flows ; My feet I'm shovin' into the oven, I next the stovepipe lean my nose ; .^4 iff* mrhB mi Ulif Cflroaa. 145 My voice is liamh and liusky still, TIiohkIi lioreliouiul .-.loiis | s„'|„ ,„(! — Hut 'till iny duty, and I will Warble,— MIowloTely is tlie .Spring!' I have not seen a speck of green. As yet a frog has not been liea'rd ; Nor yet i- Our lustiest heart, and loftiest brain: What promise with his eyes grew dim, What l,opes with him lie early slain ! Y^ thro' the forest leaps the deer R.^'!'!r'y"'. "'^ P"''*dge from the tree ; But st.ll d, that voice of boundlesr cheer, Ihat gave the note of purest glee. "ark -'Tis his bio, ddothguiltle.ss flow! VVh.le Autumn's many-colored wooes Echo that sullen sound of woe Through all their sun-bright solitudes «)' a I'M , ■i'l' if iff ill 154 ife? airte ®f Mhe (£mzz. Ifiii Tliere's blood upon the withered leaves, — Large drops the wa.vside grasses stain ; His dying moan the wind receives, To breathe it in our ears again. And who could hear thy feeble call. When lying 'neath yn forest tree? Ue— //(, who marks the sparrow's fall, He only then regarded thee ! O, busy World I (), quiet (irave 1 (), Life I (), Death ! how near ye lie ! We feast with Joy, at morning brave ; We sup with Grief, "neatli evening's sky. And which is best? . . This world, so fair. Our friends so dear I . . to leave them all. While pr'anised life seems ricli and rare, Nor yet a shade begins to fall!.. fJod knoweth ! Let no mortal boast : Hut f/iin is truth we liold and prize, — That Love and Faitli cannot be lost, Low in the grave, where TerrilUies. THE WHlP-PuOK-WILL HEABl) ON NOULEBOBO CAMP-GBOUND. ,VlNE is the solitary road ; ^(ilooms of evening deepen all around me : Distant gleam the lights of the encamp- ment : The rain-portending zepliyrs caress me, Blown out of the shadowy East : M Ulif ^rem. 155 'Jiatli in tlieeven- A long and diiiimiiip track ; ^ tide fading': """"'^!:r'^" ■"-"''"'"' e..i>d. •"'niilinB .-..t upon n,. fro„, t),e Vale of Har • A dream-world an aronndme-' Tl.^ assembled gliostly Companions And (i,,es(s of Memory, .. . ' • • -nr roirr o/'f,,r \Vhi),.,,„o,:„'ill ' A path, that turns aside into the pine wood. A sanctuary Of the night-breathingwTnd '~ rhe entry of a feoul into Eternity's repose Then comes a sus,.rrus-a longer surge- A sound as of far-off seas- *"'«e- I' ^s'thewaiTirmTirr-' ""'-■"'-- ^ The pale-green. delicate ferns, ine Sisterhood of this forest „■ They tremble and wave "''•■ Like living, sentient creatures, And nod, conversing with one another I can almost hear their elfin voices Where r' "" "'"' '" ""* ''"". deep arbor Where they are clustering • V^'l!;»^ BUlat't if^i/f-^ . '■fl t; 'I |! i 1 ■1. 156 U^t MuhBt (M ^l|f fflroaa. Tliey stand, like the clinriat^rs of a tciniile Wlieii the anthem lit aboi't to begiii ; They till iiie with awesome delight. — Then out of the thicket deep conies a voice of lamentation, A weeping note, repeated, and repeated, . . . . . . —The HI, III/ (if tlir Whip-piior-irill ! And I hear it again, and again. As slowly I wander back to tlie encampment. . Then again, at midnight, I start out of my sleep, as if some one near roe had spoken, — Forsaking my dream :-- Then throngh the open window comes the self- same sonnd, — The plaintive call threshing, d'her/i-lit-wlinepf , . . —The voice oj' the Whip-poor-will ! What meanest thou, O Bird ? — O Hird, or haunting -Spirit 1 Pursuing my wandering feet, Breaking my lonely slumber, Here in the wilderness V Art thou a Voice prophetic ? lirievest thou for the woe that must rend mj bosom ; For the beloved and the beautiful that are reft away ? Ah ! no, sweet Bird ! It is fertile solace of thy mate thou singest : I will not accuse thee, and call thee prophet ol ill. ®V Itrda (if aiffp ffirBBH. 157 «til.wmn„t.„«t evening to the song U,.t liath soothed me, That hath (illedn,. wit,, tranq„il,,,iiB,,t- T'ie l..rd .,, the Knoan.pn,en;.-the vlL of "'e F'iiie wood,— Th,-.nn,,„f,h. \Vlu,,.pnoy.„H, : THE MURMUR OF THE PINES KK..M ■.„« RIV.SIAN OK BAHI.KIN. I ^Tj..'"u"""""'""'-'""rnfthe I'ineg f That by^n,^y Window their .UrkTaUe. In a sad monotone they whisper deep F.,ff . ""^l"' """•"''"«* "'a' my heart divines ■ E.rth, saddest Land is ours . fornoXe shines The sun on one so like a prison cell As that grey realm of n (st in which we dwell. Whence Happiness has fled, where Woe re- clines. Onrheartsare orphaned, like the heartsof men Who have no Father, and noSavior, more; We wa.t, but not in patience-in despair ■ The sky IS but a cold and darksome den Where life alone endure, in suffering sore- -So breathed thel'ines their grief inen,p: ty air. " 158 sStfp lirda ®f OII|f &vms. I I' W !M!| THK SPANISH AKMAKA. A. I>. l.'iSS, lit- lii»'-. with hi^ hri-;irll uimI tliiv wiTi' ^^Mtlt•r^•^l, I'sAr.M 'T^llKliK tliey ){"> ^JWlierf tlif foam N wliite as snow '. ^"^TliP Sea's soft lips kiss The liiftitjst Heft o( sliips Tliat ever felt the lifting nf the main : They are hrinKing wne t" thee, England, Mistress of the Sea '. The wratli and defiance of Spain '. Iberia's majesties— the yoiing, tlie strong, the wise — The (lower of all the land, collected there ; They bear the wealth and fame of the mighty Spanish name, — Lef the lirilinh rravin hrr-tw beworc .' So they say. Let the willing seas make way, As she comes, the proud invader --the Invin- cible Armada — Where the blue waves wallow and the soft winds sigh ; Charged with her thousand thunders, she will dare the Sea that sunders, Prepare, my Mother England ! for the foeman draweth nigh. A hundred ships, and more, trample down the Ocean frore, Each stately form a floating citadel, te i§ ^Vli.rra iiatiuii aril,.-.! ' E'q^ (ixBBB. 159 fury ^tor.l^" '""''"'' "'"' "'»^'i'" "Hn« U.et.rr.,,. and tl.el,u„ ,.„...,. „„,, **itli Muh sti.ie "av..tl,.,,..ft,:„„„ „,„,^ Of tlial port iiiaiU- (r- Tl..ya.s„,„eu,ebr..,.,,pi„.,,j,^ Mutl,..st.,..n,vte„,„.,tlasl„.i :,„„,, Ami vi.xe.l exc^,.,ii„giy ' >'ovv.l..th.Ve„tu.,e-.b„s„„.s.w.ll With tl„s Kle,t I„vi„cjMe ''""'7" P^"'""y -"■ l.y eve'ry eager «ave • Ana tlu. fear ofl.er great naL''^''''^' Seems to justify her claiiH- Th« might of the ....conquerable brave With majestic ire, Tliwr port holes (lashing fire T:seS^?s.;;'-li--me. Are steadily advancing -1 ^' ^"'" '-"H'-t-lords and n.asters of the stnrn. : He, whose will Tliis great navy m.istf.Hfii L.ke the tiger lieth hid And te,ls his beads, the Hermif . f m.^ j Ay, like dragon in his cave ""'""'"^^ By the loud Roeotian nave Cro,.cheth^o„my_-fea,ured Philip in bis dark .1 iiS: i'-i 160 itfr lijrda Wt ®lf* ©iroaB. And his Tennm-hate )ie nurses, While tlie heretic lie curses ; And he cries, — "i/f »• rfoom /s written ! I will li:(iiriiml liriliiin but (i ml rnemoriul !' Here they come : Let that hive, called London, hr.ni ! The tramp of armed men Sounds in her streets, and rolling drums again Awake the startled niglit. With a tnosin o{ affright. And the clamorous bells are tollingall the w h ile. The news has come, they say, Brought by sliip to Plymouth Bay, That the Spanish Fleet is -i'l Aurigny's Isle. Now my England, tried and true, Ah, say ! what wilt thou do ? Thou chartered soil, what will become cf thee? Must thy unhappy eons, subdued by Sgianish guns. No more be called, the Children of the Free ? Turn away From the dreadful seas, to pray ; — Let ^very olden fane Riiig with the .\fistrcre and the penitents' re- frain. Queen of the Narrow Seas, Thou art upon thy knees 1 — Ood oj'thf Faithful, let thy xtnmy rigid mm he, bare 1 ill 1 1 All, England, never fear thee ' The mighty God is near thee' (AfterthyDrakesandGrenvilleswh,despai,P, Of Mary's bloody hand • Of Latimer and Ridley's fiery pain ' -Mnst England, void of honor Bring forth an<,ther Bonner ' And light the fires of Smithfield oer again " Rise ! Sons of noble Sires ! ' Kindle your beacon fires Fr"oi' M "'*',";«^*''«« «f "•« Patriot fly! ''°"''''^"'dVa'd:re~--'^eHebri- With the watchword, ringing clear That all the Land may heir i' Scots a,ul nritons, no. ^tdtlme U, rlo or nic! Ijo I to-day '°"'""^"'^ra"2t.r„?g5r.'^f-^^'"-««-who Now the high^K,i^abeth,shedeep,y draws her ,■»» ( f!!= 162 » liLW 'if m ;i;!i 3 s<< On tlie wavti ami on tlie shore, llatli ni)t Kiiglaiid fought bf f.ire. And brought the tyrant down upon his knees? Let this Spanish foe be unite, Ere with i/v be dares dispute Our nil'' t" III'' l''i)il>i''' of III' Each bis sliare,— Let tlie warlike now prepare ; Fislier and farmer be Tlie guardian and defender »t the Free ! Meanwhile, from dark to dawn, The Ships come sailing on. With sails wide-spread, and Lion-banner Hying; And on the cradle-deep, soft I'anope aslee).. With all the Sisters of the (aim, is Ij iiig. The Inquisition horde. With their thumb-screws, wait on board. - They are nearing now the hated Saxon strand. But, my England, to reach thee. They must cross the avenging sea, The Sea, that is in the hollow of God's hand ! Now, go forth. Men of might, and men of worth \ Let not these " tlns/K "/ S> ri/Zf.'' Who in British blood would revel. Set foot on English earth '. Were there ever yet such sailors, and such fight- ers on the Sea, As sailed that day from Plymouth to meet the en«my '. m ^f lirBBa. 163 Uravo : my (j„„cl Lc.rd Howard : Tlie Narrow Sfas lif sc<.iiri-d ; He chased tlieiii tlirmig), the (liamn.), •■is a liouiid niiglit cliasp a spaniel, And lie only iought to win ; And wlien English valor fin'islied, Spanish pomp and pride were niinished And Davids (Jod, and DanielV, U, was ready ready to begin : Who is Hi:, Who met them on tlie Hen '.' The same— ^/,, m,,,,,, Who overthrew pro„d Mizraim,* and A pnt tfi shame : Let the I'oetnow declare How Hk met and smote them there With the cannon-thnnders of the hnrrieane How tlie r(,a[ing Ocean-rips Strewed the eoast with Spanisl, ships Till I'hilips hope forever was in vain ; As if (,od, himself, ak.iul Had cried fr.,m out the ch.ud,— ^^",.r ..hall Fr,,d,.„r. h„hr„,h lu r, l„ «hnlt( ,;,i ; While the Faithful fought in prajer T.ll the Lords right arn, was bare And fro„,,he Seas His enem,. ., were scattered! * J'-Kvpt. Syria ^. 164 il|i? Itrfta ®f ^¥ '^nmB. n IN NORTIIUMHEKLANI) STKAIT. (> wavy water laiiglis, to-ilay, About our prow ; no sunny view Of IMy-sail, bent faraway. A blossom on tlie blue. An icy fleet, moored all around, Tlirongs the dark Sea : tlie anxious eye Looks to the water's wintry bound, And to the wintry sky. But, like a tiling of power and will, — A creature resolute and strong,— Our irnn-mailed steamer still Urges her way along. The Icy shelves are crushed aside ; — In vain their forces, clustering close ; While onward thro' the inky tide Indomitably she goes ! Fit emblem of a steadfast boul, That, while Earth's hindering legions strive. Forces a pathway to liis goal. .\nd will at last arrive. Safe in the Haven's sheltering arms, Escaped, thro' peril and thro' strife, lie anchors, safe from all alarms. And gains the port of Life. I , I [fp Strliifl m alfji? CxoBz. 165 It d:iiHU'lin tlU'DJ lllf pit DANDELIONS. imlv yrcw in LTfi iihoiisf' w.- should think ->[«>> C KAIK. fEVKK, dear Flower, tli(,u'lt suffer slipl.t fmni me : ^ Thy coMjin.iniiess but makes tliee doubiv dear : ' That face we love we often wish to see 1 liat voire we love we often wisli to hear. Thy bright rosettes, 'mid grasses smiling near. Are golden sesames to ope, once nioie. The long-closed portals of fond memory,' Thatlead to homeand childhood's lovely lore. LoVd Flower, that grew beside mv Father's door 1 Still may I find thee where mv feet are set • And may the lowly children of the poor Still twine with thee the purple violet (iod surely loves thee, who hath multiplied Thy humble (lowers n.ore than all the blooms of pride. i THK .MIDNKJKT VK.IL A HALI.AI) OK IIOMK. ■M THI\KIN(;of mymother- Just now, it seemed, she smiled ■ Again I m speaking with her And I feel Im still her child, ihe hour is late ; lam lonely For the midnight hour is near ; With my book and pen, Im musing. And sitting silent here ■ ;,' t if n. 166 il?i? MxM M Mbi CUroaa. Deep sounds the falliiiK river. And tlie stars till tlie calm sky ; And 1 ffel her sacred hreathing, And I know my Mother'.s nigh. I'm thinkinf; of my mother — I seem to hear her voice, As oft I've heard lier singinp Some air of ancient clioice, — Some hymn of martyr glory, Wliose triumph rises clear ; — So I know her lot still blessed, And I feel that she is near ;— For a mothers love fails never From the child that once she bore ; And to a trne son his Mulki r Is his Mother evermore. I'm thinking of my Xlotlier — Oh, there are liours when I'm worn witli struggling, toiling. In this world of busy men ! Then her form walks in the distance, And her memory shines afar. As upon the brow of Evening Tranquil rests the Vesper Mar : What has she with dust and cnnllict — Slit , whose home is in the sky '.' Hut to-night my heart is quiet. And I know that she is nigh. '.i^Wtf IfiP i! ' Whi$ ^tasB. 167 Irii tliiiikingof my Mother— lliiw oftslie looked on iim, Wliile I huiig upon her hosom In the dream of infancy 1 Then liereyes were anxir iis. lender. Killed with sympathy and ruth, As she oft would gaze upon nie In the waywardness of youth ; Ah : perchance she sees more clearly All my faults and follies now ; Hut I look upon her, seeing Never frown upon her hrow. Ini dreaming of yon. my .M..tlier— And, oh : "tis a thought of woe. That e'er, in your fond c( ntiding, ' Your spirit a pang could know : And my heart cries to you,- Foreive me, ° If ever / caused von pain.— If e'er, wlien you trusted and loved me. I gave you not love again '. It was ever my fault to he heedless. To wander, and dream, and forget ; And the gentle word and the kindlv deed ' Are undone and unspoken yet. I'm thinking of my mother— /, who mingled with the throng, Seeking fame, or seeking pleasure, I-ured by many a uren-song ! *)'' 'Pi 168 9nM ®t ®t?P (ima. „l I' All 1 what victories, wliat prizes. Have tliese eager liands possessed '.' . . Mother ! I come liome, at evening, Tn tliy lieirt, tliine arms, to rest I luucli me the sweet lore of cliildhood! As when your babe's sinless brow Drew your mother-eyes so fondly. So you're looking on me now. I'm thinking of my Mother- On the hill two graves were made ; In the earlier sleeps my Father, .Mother by his side was laid ; There's a cot upon the hillside— Never rising smoke is seen. Never face looks forth at morning. Never liL'hted lamp at e'en ; — From that home no more she oometh. As she came in bygone year ; But the House of Many .Mansions Opens and 1 feel her near ! I'm thinking of my Motlier — As yon river-wavr doth roll, Freshening thro' its own ifreen valley. So her memory through my Sonl '. When my heart is hot within me, When my spirit drw.peth low. Then from out the clime of Childbood Fancy's stream will softly How ; 1, • i H 4 .< ®If? ItrBia mi ©Iff drnaa. 169 ■ t Olden friends will g,t|,er round me, L»ng-l„st scenes rise to my siglit Tlien I feel my mother near me, As I've felt her here tonight' K"n„|„„l F^.lls, Mai,,,., ,\„^, ,,,^ MOUNTAIN AND I'OET ►■KOM IHK KRKNtU OK GAITIKH. .^jr^lJOU idle Mountain :-• cried the chid- \2/ '"K I lain, " Nor fruit nor flowergrow on thv wind- swept brow : " "Thou Poet:" cried the Crowd, "What use hast thou '.' " Who saw him as he tuned his lyre again Then spake the wrathful Mountain: "I con- strain The harvests on thy teeming lipids tr grow • From tip of my white hreast I bid to flow The silver.threadingstrean,s ; I feed thy grain- I temper thy noon sun ; I hold the olond ■ ' Knead the pale avalanche ; th. thunders roll • Dissolve the crystal glacier,- Then outspake The large-browed Poet, answering the Crowd Spare me my lyre, since f ron, its smitten wires Tears trickle, and break forth enlivening (ire.- And chide me not, since from „,y wounded Soul (.ushes a stream the thirst of man to slake i It ! M^ 170 Sljip HiirJiB ®f ®Iff CiroBB. AN AUTUMNAL LETTER ADDBKSSEI) TO CKKTAIN KKIKNDS, WITH THE BKIJIKNT THAT IT UK BKAI> IN TUEIB CONVIVIAL A8SKMBLIES. T TgXHEN Autumn winds begin to blow, VXyAnd waning woods make splendid show, ^ In all their painted pride ; And the blue Aster 'gins to nod. And sunny plumes of (ioldenrod (iild every green wayside ; When Hies the Thistle's downy seed. And silken butterflies O'er brightest flowers with white wings speed, My heart within me sighs. As places and faces Come back, I knew of yore— The fond hearts, the kind hearts— The days that are no more. O good, the ruddy fruit to see Hang ripe on every scented tree, — The harvest gold mature 1 They tell us Gods almighty liand Hath made, tliro'out the teeming land. The bread of man secure. But, ah : the birds of song are dumb, Tho° calm the sunshine lies ; And to the eye a tear will come When wide the red leaf flies. Forever we sever t ,S Bm mm i§{ ©f^f CSrcaa. 171 '>"iii<* sacred, tfnd^r tic- MillfrKtiriB, ugrettin^, Hit) dreamy days K<. bv. WlmttlM„,,.tl,esedays will bring to „,i„d Of temperate s...,s, of air, rwlned And skies divinely clear ' Tl.e heart its sacred treasure sums. When loj.coneenial Autumn comes, 1 he Sabbath of the Vear ' •• ».it ,vl.en l„ved forms and faces part And dearest ones are gone A holy hush falls r<„md the heart Where we are left alone. Ah, sweeter, and better. The scenes where we abide— True-hearted, departed— That they were by our side : O, pensive pleasure, sweet to all Who lonely muse at evenfall, When fires of sunset burn, And to its tent of twilight blue We see that marvel, ever new, Th« Vesper Star, return — ' To w,ke some Spirit^haunting strain Like waves of Ocean vast And summon Friendship s hallow'd train From out the holy Past ;— O pleasure, and treasure .' O gift beyond compare : John Li)j;:ui. MICROCOPY RESOIUTION TEST CHART (ANSI ond ISO TEST CHART No. 2) ^ x^PPLIED IIVMGE I ^^ 165:5 Eost Main Street j,^^ Rochester, New York 14609 uSA .^S (^'6) 92 - 0300 - Phone ^^ (716) 288 - 5989 - Fa« 'il . .■^jjaaw 172 "MiS liriia ®f 'i>w CrBaa, 1 V is; t iiit III ilreaTiiint:. in si-fiiiiiiK, I'o niHft iiur dear i.iifs tlit-rf '. Vf Ix-iiiitmiis tielils 1 l.ivf(l .>[ yore, W ln'ii linnfiiiit; "" Acadia s slmre, Ye fiiPiids tliat there I knew, 1 greet villi with a m!is "f clieer. And drop for Memory's s,ake a tear, Or watt a wisli for you. Kind liearts ! for yon Love's cup I liH, And bid her wine to How ; In Memory's lea>li 1 hold you still, And will not let you yo '. With meeting and fireeting, Some pass a careless day ; Faint hearted, soon patted,— A Friend s a Frii nd for i\ye. (>. blest are they who still i ndure. Who keep their friendsliips bright and pure, Their loves without alloy '. Ill vain the wheel of Time may roll, While Soul delights in kindred Soul, Karth knows no deeper joy : For us the noblest hearts have beat ; Uurs are the Men Divine ; I'oet and Sage— the wise, the great- Are they not yours and mine? Xo fear, then; we'll share then, Wliat treasure Lov« may hold— The sweetest, completest— The honey and the gold. •'i-!|if muhs (if f CTii? i^raaa, 173 An,l Natn..., toM. is „„rs : Tlie Hani «M„ i.",k.Ml.,„all wit), fo.,,1 „.gar,l. To usilntli sw«-ftlv call ■ "*"''"''' I'v'j/'*-''"" ' "" "'"■''■' """' JI'iii(/«, •' -in- frrr iilikf to nil. h, ,/„,,.■< wh,'H ,/„xi,,s,lrr/:l/,r ,,rn„n,l A ,1,1 hh,rl:l,ii-(U irliisflr ,-1, ,ir \yilhh,.,„:tj<,,i ,„n- heurl. will l,uun,i '1 11 HI I Jli, i-iniihKj i/Kir : On Ur,UK ifliin 11',' f,l,,„K>_ t/tf,,^ H;'llsif r,„U s>.wlh a tnur •' Sjjur rhjiMi met u;:'ll time tin A u,l>ii„!,-twl,i„ we hue donr.'l Ours be the sound of Sabbath bells When high the boundless rapture swells On every wind that blows ; And ours the "high-builtorgans," nlaved When clear the choir sings, " Gon , s Wliere He his power bestows ■ (Jurs be the altar and the shade, ' Where Souls adoring come • And ours—where warm our hearts are laid — The sacred joys of Home. Forever, and ever, Here let our love abide I Burns. Epistle to D:n ic Wordsworth. The White Dne yf Kvlstonc. Jr 174 'im Itiriia ®f W^f ©roaa. i n (irpal (iiviT : all. ncvt-r iHir hearts from tlifsc divide ! TlicM l^t ns, friends,. .111 hearts ccntei.t With whatsoeVr is excellent. Abiive. behiw. tlie skies ; He iMirs what treasure iiiav endure— The good, the h.velv, and the pure- The "everlastinn prize " Let lis tlie higher Call ohey. And woo the arach.iis Towers; So, when Earths shadows pass away, Life's substance niav be ours. My greeting, repealinfr. To you these rh\nies 1 send : Delaying, while praying You blessing witho;t end. WUITTIER ' ii O \I-iii iHlovM ! thou hast iH-tn mi- ■ ,thv G^d thy ^'iMitk' .S'uil iv \d: ;>tHl ami nunirnM, Since t"thy uaa tny si^."'- - luri.id. IlKN to shed blood and desecrate Man- kind feet of men a-e swift, and nnre- strained lien Karth is darkendand pro- faned By Superstition and the sordid mind ; When eyes are lustful-lit, to Beauty blind, And Souls with envy burn, instead of love ; When Hate lias passionate hunger ; when the Dove The Their hands ii ®I|i? Ijffte m ©Hfi? HMxaBa. 175 IstornbytlrV„lt„re,sl,riekingci)ilirr t,ir/' The sweet appeal mounts t(, its close, And to my inmost .Spirit goes ; Love, hovering in thy minstrelsy. Crietb, " Ke.mkmbki{ mk ! " Let not the world's forgetfulness Thy mind o'ersliade, thy heart opjiress: What is my world ?— It lies in thee .' All, Love, remember me '. Within, aronnd, if all be changed. With earlier loves lost, or estranged. # 176 ihi? lirte ®f it?i? ©raaa. It Oh, then, by all they seemed to be. Do tiKiii remember me ! Should I in aiight unworthy prove. Or sin against thy truth and love, Let me nut yet be lost to thee, Hut still remember me. If, in the hour of hope or dream. Some godlike touch did on me seem. By all I was. or aimed to be, My Love, remember me 1 By all fair scenes beneath the sun. By all loved forms we looked upon, By our hearts' solemn ecstasy. My Love, remember me ! Before thee should it me befall To reach the bourn that waits for all. As one who st'll bus love for thee, O Love, remember me ! Was there some blemish that thy love Wept to behold, and would remove ; Forget what thou no more canst see, And <), remember me '. I would not be a shade, to blind, A discord, to perplex thy mind ; As some sweet psalm, whose chords agree, May'stthou remember me. 11. 4 \V, SJIji? iinM (if SIJjp Cy^aa. 177 But if before iiie tlinu sljalt k" To that dim sliore tli' Ini?i<,rtals know, Tii"re thou, till glad thy face 1 see. Iieor Love, remember me ! FELLOW.SIIII-. [(5\H() kuowscoutemptami the despite of * f man ; — Ay, who hath pride, to l.ide the wound of love ; And who hath home him calmly as he can Who feelsahoundand struggling passion move- Who from a slight hatli quickly turned away ( As one who plucks a rose, to find a snake " ' Curld round liis finger ; yet will scorn to slay So shakes it from him, tho' the anguish take ' His panting breath ;-or, who hath been nro- ferred. To be rejected,— rues a doting friend ■ Who finds his fault appraised, his meritslurr-d- Who, not unworthy knows himself unkenned- Who IS a mark Scorn slioots at :— lo : I stand ' Beside him. share his lot, and hold his hand ! . CORN OF THE MOUNTAIN Thc.reshullhcanhandluinf corn i„ iIk- , ■., , 1, upon ,h I'SALM 72;i6. ©LIVIN(i Corn of the Mountain ! The hymn that the Psalmist sung . Has told in its deathless music, as of heav- enly bells outrung. •fl; 178 it?? Mlthz ®f yitf* ®rofla- llow the bread of the hungry nations from the lleiglits of Love hatli sprung. O Living Corn of the Mountain ! Goii's multi- plying Breaii, Sentdownfromtlie lieightsof sunsliine wlience the streams of Life are led. Your grains are the hidden jewels »lierewitli our Souls are fed ! O Living Corn of tlie Mountain '. O Life of Hu- manity ! There are many with eyes uplifted, as longing Thy gift to see ; There are many souls anhungered tliat sit and wait for Tliee ! O Living Corn of the Mountain ! And canst thou prosper so, Wher- the splintery peaks pierce hraven, and th-' icy strea'iilets flow, While the gl-stening palms of Abana, and the cedars wave below ! O Living Corn of the Mountain ! The gift It is downward borne From the rainbowed home of the glacier, where the sun makes glad the morn ; The hand of the Master scatters the largess of golden Corn. O Living Corn ol the Mountain 1 Theriverand plain below. Without the God of the Mountain, cannot make the Corn to grow ; — Though Man may plant or may water, He the increase must besto :. iDi ®bp ijrJia ®f gfff ®raaa. 179 « living n,.„ of tl,.. Mountain : 1„ vain is Hut, where lie blessetl, an.l givetlMlu. ice and the rocks have bread. Ami the liii.ty sands ..f the desert breed lilies and roses red. O Living Corn of the Monntain ! (iod give and scatter Thee I ' Thon art the bidden fulness and sweetness of Ueity, And Thou art tlie ejcell.nt Guerdon, asair and as sunshine free ! () Living Corn of the Mountain : (iod speaks and the deed is done ; The flat of Creation is a Word that doth swift- ly run ; And the harvest of Christ's great Passion is wa- vina like Lebanon. O Living Corn of the Mountain I Spring thou but prosper-'usly : The fruitless tares shall wither, 'mid the har- vest waving high ; The living Corn shall ripen, while cockle and darnel die. O Living Corn of the Mountain ! O FooW of the World, widespread ! L,et faint hearts feed upon Thee, and let mv Soul be fed ; And let the perishing People draw nigh to the Living Bread '. O Living Corn of the Mountain ! Sow it, and sow it abroad, M'. ■til 180 W^e 'Sum (if iV Csroaa. f i:l Whtre- r tlif ft^et c,f Kaiiiiiie ami Misery have III tlie faces ..f Vin ami Scrru v, reap tlie liarv- fst-fleld of '""l ' i TALKSTINA. K IIILL.'S of tUv hitl.i tliiist That paivlieil liiM (lying lips. <> llolv l.aiul : I I.M.Ii „„ i|,„. Willi tearful ryes anil iliiii : Ki«r rest, or for sfciirit\, <'aiist tliMii I),, fair and (;.,<,(| t„ n p, That dealt sn ill with IHiii ? ^Oui TO MADAM DKKYKl-S WOMAN, of the deathleis li.vc I to thee Our eyes adniirin« turn ; rejoiced to find that thou art of tlie brave and constant Kind, Exaltini; faitli, even to suhliniity : Thy gentle Sonl grows firm, that thou niayst be The prop on wliidi thy stricken mate may lean- Condenmed to huddle with the vile and mean, In that low Island of the troidc sea. Pilgrim, who followest a knightly quest, Knocking atgate.s of kings with tearful plea, For thy wronged consort, let thy suit prevail; Nor be the harsh and sordid world unblest By such divine example,— seeing t/,ir. With Truth and Justice, for thy Holy Grail. 182 ^ihe liirda Of U!I|p (Sxtim. ill ill nVMN SlNIl AT TIIK DkIiK'ATION OK MOOIlY M K- HOHIAI. tiMAI'KI., AT (illOII-WII.I. KAIIM, Jink 10, 18117. AlH, — () lor ttu iJiitCf lh;lt (Inwi'lll ilki- ;i 1 i\»i ' /5\S MOSK.S, on tlie llnly .Mount a|i|»:>riiig, ■X Kfceiveil the iiattmi "( Tliinn ancifiit sliriiif, — Thy wn the Cr. vs for Man e.x|,iriiij-,_ ■Srti .1,1; hi iir iiitr rrii .' With Thv wan brow's saddest seeniinjf, With Thy precious blood down-streamine - Hallowed Mood for our redeeming ;_ We beliold Thee n' h ' ny Thy thorns. Thy m . de.p-drlyen, By that cry that pierces Heaven, Ky rent veil, and tomb wide riven, Sdviiir, hi nr our rri/ .' ' Bitter cup, and bloody passion- Utmost Love'H sublime expression- Let them be for our salvation,— Do not pass us by ! By the might that did retrieve Thee Hy the Heaven that did receive Thee, By the crowns the ransomed weave Thee, S'rtrior, hear our orii ! Sacred Jesu ! Love, ascended ! Scorn and Cross and Conflict ended ; High enthroned, and angel-tended,-^ Monarch of the Sky : V% ho, when Thou art interceding. 184 i!|i? Itr&a 0f it!"? ®ro!SB, r'i 1 I-' Can resist Thy lips' sweet pleadms,- Advocate, wl.ose wounds are bleeding.— .SVuwo/-, hxir our cr)/ .' Sacred Jesns I Christ, who carest ! Still our mortal way Thou farest, btiU with us the Cross Thon bearest. That on iis n\ust lie : Drive our darkness, heal <>nr pining, Lucent Stir of Morning, shining '. Glorious Sun, no more declining ! Saviof, hrar ^'.l got up and tried to st-.p her. Declaring such deeds to he verj in>proper ; Wliile Mars raved round, as mad as a liopper. lie was'nt able for monstrous .lupiter, For »n his sizzling and frying ; Hut as for Karth, lie made a scoop at her, And sent the old beldame tlying ;_ Who -itc^ppedon the youngest of her daughters, While she wept away the last of her waters And cracked her head into four quarters. " Oh I let us get out of the road ! " cried Uranus "Or else this murderous demon will brain us ' For thereoouldnt be much more dust in the air If the Hull were loose, or the bigger Hear ! " As that good matron, old Mother Saturn, Was feeding her fine little moons, He at them came tiying,and set them all crying, And dirtied their new pantaloons. This matter is foul, that here I an. stating, And it surely was most exasperating! This Aiars was in for a nasty Job : It was very rough of him,— Had there hein enough of h'm. You might have called him a Moo>,n>,' mob ■ And then, before you could get him to cease 1 oil might have to call in the Celestial Police But, for one person, ( if you donU think so, try It . ) »*'; 190 itfe M iliif CEroaa. He was able to kick up a dcure i>f a rii.t. lie took the Fish by liis golden ttiliper; He broke the handle oil the Dipper ; He snatched the (Jreat Dog's best !>onefroni it. And made it so sick that it had to vomit ; Then lie pulled tlie tail clean out ot a Comet; He broke the strings of the magic Lyre, And set the straw in the Wain on tire; He splashed about in the Milky Way, And acted like one quite " over the bay,''— That manner, irregular and fliglity. The frequent result of Aqim Vi1n-!/eRIES Johnson,—" Clear your mind of \^ cant ;" —A caution most significant Of that philosopher, indeed ; And one to which the wisest may take heed. But 'tis a task that must require Such vigilance as will not tire ; H : ^l\ 196 CJi* MifchB ©f %^rs fSimee. \t'. ] :; For. tliouuli \oiir iiuiitHl liiiisf iiav lit" Oft swfptaiul n»iiiislit-il, mill iiiitiU- fnp. The l>aiiislittl ilnst >i'ii cm. Ml Imrn, Tlitf scvi'iifiilil Unii.ii may icliirn. And (trmniis rint. ami liirci' passii.iis liiirn. Wlii'ii man shall with tin- Miakf heiiin Til shitigh awa.v his annual skin : When Miiiital e>is. |iiiri' ns t\\v hliif l"nfli>inleil heaven, see all thiniis line ; When Uias, I'lejmlice, nml Jjiaj- liearii Bigi'try a'c ilnne a.vay ; When Diigiiia liiilils no longer sway : WI.en NBiirotis .shall cease ti> rant'; Then may we wli'illy clear niir nilnil uf cant. Even ,Ii>hnsiin°s {n iiilerinis intellect Cant could occasionally infect, When, of his circle chief, the Cham Portentous frowned, where lie would damn; And all the good, and all the preat. Must tiiid their [lortiiin, soon or late Look down the Pantheon's statned aisle : Darkens the gnomon of Carlyle ; Lightens Voltaire's most witheriiip smile: Majestic (ioethe stands aloof. In love with silence ; Swift, forsooth, Disinterested zeal professes ; And Hums Hypocri-^y undresses ; Ibsen uplifts the arm of Thor, To smite and ban what priestcraft bles- ses ; II r ^f iiMsH. 197 < Kiitan.l |.ret,.,Ke f|,ev all al.l.>,r ■ llut, wl,il.t|,^ytl,„,Hl...«««i„st('ant rii.ir,.w„ peculiar kind tli.v vaunt • A.„l wl,.f N ilie iM,aK--br,.aker, say' \\>ll fr...,. his f,.ticl, wl.olly l.rnak away ? I)h:si>at(,ii KU..M O. SKK llc,rr,K, OK Ilm..K VVIM.K. ^ K SKN i lip I, is card. And fcilldwed it liaid : ll«aii|»ared in tlir study, With a faoe full and ruddy ; With l>rusqufriessand hrains Krpsh in from the trains ; With nioustaclit and whisker.— A lark is not brisker ; WItli a fcig burly body, And a slij;ht smell of todd;' : RoiiKli, storky, tbick-chfsted,— He burst into the study,— This man from the West, did. " How are you, old pard ? Come, now. let us shako : I have come up to make To yoi my regard ; B'or the •' /latiuit- HHi r Hush." much I admire — I heard it from Lizzie :— Now, 1 see tliat you're busy,- - And busy am I, — So, I'll bid y' good-bye : — m M ! . ii! 198 il|e ltrd0 ®f il|if ®roaa- I've no time t' talk f vf, Because— di. n't y' see, I'm booked n"W, to be Hiyht off .for DniiHtochiy '. How are ye ?— I'm prime : — 'Tis a cosy, sn\ig den 1— Well, ■ ■ xo loiif/ '■ ■ . ■ Sometime I may run in again 1 " And so, witli a laugb, He straightway was off ; And the leisurely Ian M'Laren, r: plying To the tingling air. And the empty oliair, Said : " Good Sir, thanks to ijoii For this kind interview ! I think I may do— By just moving yonr way,— Double duty to-day." WHAT RIGHT? T T(S\IIAT right have I to feast, while others \Jri starve ? ^ What right to reign, while others toil and serve V What right, to radiant hopes and raptures rare, While others faint in dungeons of despair ? iH II Mbi- Muha (§f ilfp fflroaa. 199 •JOHN HAY. ^\D is l,e gone, wliose diplomatic pei, -a- v\ ,tli gracious message and d.cision just "=>'l«"'-<'d ll,e jealous nations ofriistrust Had won Catliay, and n.ade the warlike men Of Dai \ippon hold us in their ken, With that respect which Truth alone may know ? Who but must mourn to seeour Aeneasgo'- Brother of Man, and nr blest Citizen : His were the Virtues, liis, the (i.aces too • Firm planted he his feet in Honors way '• «entle, his heart, his hand-who felt them knew : The Statesman's Art was his, thel'oet's Lay Of such as he the Land he loved has few - Ah ! would I hat such might make a longer stay : >wept safe, as only sail tl,e hrave : V^ere he, ,vhomKentle hearts adn,ire. Hold (.raven,* sank beneatl, the wave • Where Southern waters sang their song ' •And answering in thnnd'rons strain "-rt Hudson's guns roared lond and long- They too werethere-the MenokJUink' ''''"''.""''♦■ ^t-"^''! brave men shed, '"satearof love ami pride t'-rmen who, unto Honor wed I.Ike Sidney, grandly fought and died • T.Mjyd.edforal,; Kaoh glorious one Sl.al yet the hearts of all constrain • For wher the noblest deeds were done. l.tE^t> werethere-theJlKNoFMAiNK' but Cravtii steniu'd h'if L .. V" V',"" ""■ I'.',V'''"'---.Kcai„s„v "ent down with his crew. .J! u I 'i 202 SIfif "MvhB ®J mhf ffiroaa. When, ill the yeRrs tii onnie, the thiiiie. Of Freedrims Pantheon, lifted high, — Fairer than that nf cdnqiieriiig Konie. — tihall glitter 'neath mir Northern sk>, Their names, inscrilted in living; li^lit, Shall on its mightv wall remain : — There, first among the Sons of Might, Shall t/iei/ befoiind— the .M i:n ok M aink 1 H I SONNKT UPON SEEING THE AMERICAN KI.AG I)ISI'T,AYKD TOOETHEK WITH THE BANNER OF ENGI.A Ml. fMUSE, while now yon Symbol 1 survey. Floating nntramelledon the bree/e of morn. With one that charmed me in mine earlier day — That happy Flag whereunder 1 was born 1 How blest the day ! That banner twinned ap- pears, — To put the troubled nations all at ease. — With one which proudly for 'a thousand years " Hath borne and 'braved the battle and tlie breeze I ' In love together l?t them ride the seas ! Then Freedom may her starry front iiprear : And, hand in hand, the peaceful Destinies Shall enter on their nndistnibed career ; — Bearers of blessing unto all mankind. In everlasting amity conjoined. ffiif? MkM mi ®fft dmm. 203 KVEN TUKKE : }N TUE disiiial-tliroated crater Of Vesuvius, 'tis said, Oiite a (lower— little frater ■— .v.-J"f'^ "'' ''" '''•ai'teous head ■Mid tlie asli and scoria springing Cheerful as a sweet bird 'inginc^' In some desert of the dead. Ah ; this world has many places Uncongenial and wild Wjiereyou flml sweet upturned faces Lonely as tlie flower that sniileS ' In the bosom of the crater- Cheering some forlorn spectator — SspeakinK <'f the great Creator, ' And his presence with His child ROOSEVELT. 'r^HE man I lK'"Or who respects his kind ^ Whn.l"^-i^""' "'u'"*"'- "racnlar, and free- Whose will is^might ; the orbit 'of 'hose' Holds him to justice and humanity. MY CONTENT. T TSJIIEN I stretch my feet to the rocks the ^^Wh T',^- "' "'■"■'"g whitens, ^ ^^ ^'%re'e':wl3rade"'^«™""'"*^« Let some -jnny^tomejhat with faerie fancy Let some sample Book of Song in my hands Something curious, quaint, and sweet. Writ by Burton, Browne, or Lamb ; 204 ®te Mum (§f Whs ®oaa. fii i fg . ! * ■ thongs of Ulakt", tlie paraclete, And whitest Soul of London street ; — Let me some lov'd strain repeat, Where like the ivavesare fancies lleet; Where the Real, And the Ideal, With Love, at Nature's altar meet: Tlien content 1 surely am! W" DOWN IN MAINE. AT is there down in Maine? Why, skies as blue As blue can be ; sunshine in Summer falling Like golden rain ; tlie voice of Ocean calling " Come, ye who love me, to my arms again !" Bold Eden lifts her mount above the main ; Iler island fastness holds a thousand bean- ties ! And never Nature-loving Spirit mute is Where King Katahdin holds his forest-reign, ' Mid his attendantwoods and lakes and streams. Yea, down in Maine is many a sheltered nook. And moss-grown farm-house, and lone fish- er's cot ; And many a flowery field and garden teems With fragrance ; — ay, and many a rambling brook (Joes musically, like a happy thought. SJfi? Strta (if ©ifjp ®roaa. 205 TO TITMAKSH. }A.M with you, dear Tit ' When at dinner you sit Let there be a plate for me : I<> the money I horn,. i II heat that «„;irr,/' '"■"""•'■•''■ at table at Mitre Court H. TIIK AUTOCItATICAL CRITIC. ^HK autocratic Critic I detest, ^CS; W ho snarls upon you, if y„u do but lest Who means to blan.e, and wHh a Vi'l 'se- Will ''^'■''> W.Il scourge a breaking sigh, a falling tear. THE MOUNTAIN PINE. ©If" this virtue could be mine- '\urseHT^1°?'"' *'"<"'toin Pine ! Nursed by the tempest, should I fear (-r.m March, the savage, the austere ? Nay. God hath bidden it abide Pirm-anohored to the mountain side • *ed It on Are and frost -ah ! then It prospered with its regimen ! ' May I be as the Mountain Pine Formed in (Jod's mold, to Natures line With nurturing chemic suns to shed ' f heir alchemy upon its head • with hil\-° '"'"'^ "» •'"'■g''^ «™one, With haunting songs to memory suni And b^r?' '"■"•^' '" loiterin/strSf And bear its sweetness far away. M 206 tie if rsBH. t! :!i» Il (irand was it for tlie Mountain I'in« '. It saw tlie stars at nii(lnif>lit sliine : The giant i'owers tliat nmld its (urtn Descended in tlie la^int; storm ; Tlie wrestlinf; whirlwind leaped from far; It laughed to feel the liglitning's scar ; The gullying waters swept the glen; — All ! but the Pine was joyous then ! My Life '. be like the Mountain Pine, That takes the rock to be a shrine ; It little needs, it all secures; It thrives, it concjuers, it endures ; It rounds itself, in its its content ; Uprightness is tlie course it meant ; Though fed on granite, softly-sweet ; And with restricted bound, complete. My Soul ! be like the Mountain Pine, With breathing of the wind divine. In whispers deepening at each close, And answer, as it comes and goes ; That myriad harp aeolian seems Touched with the music of our dreams ; So wildly vague, so awful-rare, It tells me Uod is speaking there ! SPEAK, THEN ! ' PEAK, if you must, and speak the needed \ word ; But, 'midst this Babel, will your voice be beard ? ®ftp StrSfl (if ®fjp c2raaa. 207 ■111, . -N'oruav M;iii,l. >'>J;W'r;(;iAN Naiional AIMK I, i,';ittli. IIY.MN. :i rflldfiiiiu nf Iln' M.iii, 1 It corniiiri,,!; (J ^'lH'Miiil llviMrir)( '"■""""'"^'"K'l.l.lk.,Mu„,l (<,„,■„ iy- l"ve our own Norse Coiintrv J U'T thousand lion.es we love'- Furrowed and weather-beaten ' "er front doth forward move' We love our own (ireat Mother, Who gave us noble birtii —' We love her songs and sagas llfr dreams that gild the earth. The Country saved by Ilarald •i" ! fcir tlie wixxU Ki) iiian's cheer ■ ( The rod, tli« litle. ami the litjht <'Hiiiie ; The swift pursuit <'f carilxMi anil ilier , Tli« Hash of sainiiiii frcjiii tin li(|iiiil hhie : Weloine, to otir retreat, ye jovial few. In this, the merriest heyday of the year I Ho ! for the rush of the (lesceiiiliii)! stream, Rrlglit in the inor::inf; beam '. Ho 1 for the shouting urew, the ecMoin({ shore! The rifle's crack, aniiil the vocal glailes ; The torrent's Ion); reverberating roai : The flash of flying gems from paddle hlaiies; The hush of twilight; the brown,lengtheiiiiig sliailes ! Welcome ! the song, tl\e chorus, Hie < tnurf .' Tlie tale of awe, tlie iangliing repaitee— The evening jollity ! Ho ! for the camp ! Ho! for the houglij bed 1 The welcoming ttrelight's gleam reflected far. O'er glassy lake, and leafy tents oerhead : Ho I for companionship of moon and star. Where sandy coves and pebbly beaches are I Welcome : the sylvan board at evi iiing spread, Wlien merry hunters from tlieii spoils relinn, To bid the camp-flre burn I Ho ! for the promised season of delight ! Leave we our plodding, leave our cares be- hind ; ®I?r Sirda (§f ®Ij* CEroaa. 209 «.ome ye to N.ture genially inclined, T. tlie free life, ,|.e sylvan »o„nd and .igl.t '!.« f-.resf. fortune, and ti.e lake's care'r- Tlie cliarni of all tlie Year. THANKS, KOK THE VEARS ' Arc),.. F, I...„„„„n . ,T , ' ''^-fh.er, KdUh, (M„. read. ■".'•>, thi l,.||„„,,n, i,„,.s „,,^^ J3|?HANKS, for the Yean < ^(2)1,6 sun-bright years, unstained by tear. So n-an/l^f^r h'a'v': irUd'"*^'""'" ^ How other can we but be glad ? Grateful, we quell our carets and fears - TnankH,fortlir Yrnrx ! Thanks, for the Years ' All beautiful the Past appears Wearing our youth-time, like k crown, Or evening whan the sun is down ; With Love, like sweetest flowers that blow, And purer than Katahdins, now. Where he his hoary summit rears :- Thanks, ftir the Yeart! 210 M Uht Croaa. i1 Thanks, for the Vcarit ! Th« Future bears a Lamp tliat olipers : A .Sun h> liglit«n us, and warm : A Kainliow, to d'erspan tlic storm ; A Star of Hope, to sliinc afar. Above tbe sunset's crimson bar : Anil tlie blanil heaven its aspect clears :— 'J'hiiiikx, fur till Yiiirx! Tlianks, for the Years I Each in its passing more endears ; And tender tliought and sweet emotion Come with them, like the surge of Ocean ; And if sometime may sorrow lull. We to each other still will call, And cry to Him who pityinj; liears : — Tliitiiku, fnr itir iiri,/()r the j/erirK .' • The Crmncctiiul. u ^t Hhha m aiPjr azma. 211 I can „„ u.ugers,, the Almo.ul and ()](,« ■ N n.„r.. CO,.,., the scent of ...yria.l spu^y rose. • Nolon«er,takenoteo,then„eso; «»::,;;• And Kve,.i„e comes fast upon me, laden with tears. Oiir Sister Is gone ' T..Chi,doftheKaseandt,.eWes.o„rSi„,er A soft and gentile sur hath set in the Pacific ""'" ""''^'rei't^-frX':''' '"'''•«'''''-- '-'- The light out of the friendly Window is taken away • No smiling face looks forth at morning No salutation is waved from the door. Author of '■Legends. I. tifT Pine 0,.., I p lini." She ■vrics, and Sonnets," an w us a native ot Oi id"Un. Tono, Maine. 212 ilfi? lirSia (if iljp ©roaa. I" We bear lier music in tlie purl of wnodland brooks, In the wordless cliinie of s«a wave and inoiint- ain torrent, In the thrush's aerial bell tolled in the cedar vale : VTe see her aspiring beauty in the star, and i" tlie curve of the rainbow ; We see her tranquil and shining spirit in the sheen of a sunset sea. Everywhere saw she God, Everywhere listened to His voice ; — Heard it in the vesper chapel of tlie pines, at the time of the evening breeze : Heard it in the roar of the Sierras; The midnight litany of cascaded Yosemite ; In the beat of Ocean on the cliffs of Monhe- gan;— Heard, — and the music entered into her Soul, To sweeten and deepen her Song, Toll her a joyful knell, ye Bangor Bells ! Toll her a funeral glee, ye Bells of Los Angeles 1 Answer the Bells of the City of God, for they peal joyously ! Our Sister is liberated. No longer she looks to the mountains whose gateways ope toward her loved Norembega ; No more her homesick heart shall pine in the invalid's chair, t t So a friend found her in her cottiige at Los Gwds ; and coming away he plucked some oranjje blossonis fnom her garden, a few of which he sent to me. i:k' lir?ja m ®|}p ©roaa. 213 Fro. the WesUo^U.e .ast neve^.o^T..;. Nortende. tl.oughtjrom the East to the West Onlj from out the sky the elean, r.f . wliite hand * ^ " ''*^*'^ Y«t the Land of the dusk-browed Orono ^ can- not forget the Singer '' Who sang his legended glories- "'°"^""'%l';K'r-^-"i'.ern.tive Thou, Piscataquis, chattering overthy pebbles ,, ""'^""wnf^roSltbr''-''^- Thou...ack^Cap,^,,,,/,t,^;-^^^ CastiuH, and ye Desert Isle, her name i» writ- ten upon you ; " Penobscot breathes a kIctH .•„!.■ his sandy rehT.nda';^nr,t' "*"" steepy shores ; Katahdin utters a moan , Kineo lets fall a tear- Wh.le far .„ theSouth the Palm tree answers' to the Pme tree's lamentation. They of her own Land are saying — Whither has she gone, our soft^voioed, our white-hearted,— ' Whither, with Israfll, her beloved ? Where is she who sang the Song of Kinalo ? nLllVn:''-" "-'""' ^'"' «"- »- —.e to he. 214 im 9 %ht Cfl ft ; m ' It ^' 1. : Where is ong. And the garment of white doth invest thee /i I St thf t\ — /.■'«/ ^/„,._ Rest ! No tears, no woes, no night ' '■''"' '""'d:Hgh7!''''""''"^**'-^^ Eiiti ,■ thii ,■( st > MAKCIIINC; SONG ©STKIKK, ye brave, and strike, ye trne • There s a l,igl, mark set before ye " ' Answer, my heart, to ,he calif, r7o,;- To the bugle-note of Glory ! ' Th. t/u.ro.,i I.: Uusty and rnu.jU an./ 'L„ ■ And thr ljnrj/,-i,r„(e of Gl„r)/.' 216 ®l!fi? lir&a (iJ Sljr fflroaa. f: f ! ; 1.^ " ' - \ O strike, ye brave— O strike, ye true ! Till the heart of a wrong be riven : Be not content witli an arrow or two,^ Let a dozen home be driven ! O march along— O march along,— Let the hand be read//, the heart be utrong; O march to the tramp n/ the marching throng. To the sound of the cheer, and the sound of the nong. And the bugle-note of Glory! O strike, ye brave— O strike, ye true I Like the Captains of old story : Empty your quivers, like men who drew Their bow upon Evil hoary ! Andmarch r'.ong—O tnnrch along,— To the trumpet-blare,and the clang of gong, March on to the battle with ranking Wrong, For we move thro' strife toward the Land of Song, To the bugle-note of Olorji ! MOTHER ! MOTHER ! Mother ! Mother ! wh«t is this ? Anna Boynton Averill. lOTHER ! Mother ! what is this ! Silence on thy lips to-day, Paleness on thy cheek ! Ah, say. Whither— whither art thou gone ? — To that lovely Land of Dawn ®f ®ST HmsB. 217 ;■ that Un,l„fl{e.t ami Clieer, Al l,a l.,„Ktl,eir),.art,]..si.,..i M- tl„.,- . wl.at is tins strangH sleep a l,aU, ,Ha U,eO,.art an' ,,an., - What, tl.at lasting silence, ,ieei, Wliich we cannot un.lerstami - M'.tl.er .' MotLer ! wl.at is tl.is ■> *"""' "'at snowy April day T1.0U l,ast vanisl.ed quite away. WHir know the lone l.ilLside Where our ,,aited kin abide Often, w),en the grass is green Often, when the daisies blow, Otwh.„orin,son leaves are seen. Oft, when drifts the winter snow Hakeful, on n,y conch of pain I survey the place again, I salute eaeli sacred mound - Moop to kiss the hallowed ground. fir. I Irroinr *.l _ Yet I ki low thou art not there And my eager lieart cries Silence— vacancy : I - IV/icr( / What my heart -Moth. so ill can spare I T ! Mother ! what is thi But I will not dream of woe. •^iicli as cannot pass away 218 ilii? 'Siarto ®f l.t Nur uC ttjiupest witlxiut calm, Niir of grief witliutit its balm : Tlioii liast reached the purer (lay. Where no darkness may befall ; And the Li>rd, who hivetli all, Careth for us — sees and liears, And will mark our falling tears. Thdu art in the Land of Love, Thou art in the Home above. Where the (iood foreve'- be, Where the Happy welcome thee '. Far from sorr A COl'i' OK Ills "OIT DOOK POEMS." ■^"^IIANKS, for your song, my brotlier I I've ^J listened your word of cheir, ^"^ And dreamed the dream of yourspirit tliro" many a varying year ; You have led me. and 1 have followed, as one who has little care. Hut in paths of sweetness and safety, and by waters still and fair ; You have taught me the joy of the faithful, tlie the earnest of all things pure. The pleasures that do not perisli, tlie joys tliat ever are sure, • Author of " A Sheaf nf Scma" ; "A T: airip In -wit. .^erlaiid;" " Aii Idvt of i.jkt* tfCorirt', " and oilier works. There is also rfreri-nr.' to some fraternal stan/as w-itten hv Dr. I.c'jL^e't. and sent to the author in response to his son^'entitlr,.r song, my brother ! You tell A J .V. u "''y "'« «<=«"« 'S dear. " And the halo of memory deepens thro' shad owy year on year ; "° For you know the bliss of the lover, and to TK 1 ,°''**"' you are notafraid. Though the world may scoft at a graybeard who goes siahing back to a maid Ah . we remember the lo„|ing of WeTo 'the aranght divine. Before the hour that witnessed aloud- T-Ao?/ And to-day we declare thaton earth, or beyond T».» . '" ""^ heavens above, ^ ' Tfiere is nothing purer nor sweeter than a wo man's wonderful love 220 iit|i? lirda (®f y;!|? (^mzB. Thnnks (or your song, my hrotlier : May Soiij; and hove remain, As long as yon walk in tlie siinsliineor feel tlit- toucli of the rain : To life's utmost liour may musk- in your inner- most heart ahide, And the feet of a gentle woman ^i, Iravellin); by your si% Cmsa. 221 St She ^ fend ■ ' "" '"»"•' walls (le. T,.„v, ' ^ ■'"'>'»-">> fair Ac»,lia,; ■niK I'OKT.v, FAUKWKLL tair was tile twilitrhf ..ui .. Its rlsl„p,a,;!tf-r:,;^:;;;--.. tender, Fair was tliy olia.igef,,! .,rh , f i'. "Q..e. --fu:;e:;i,a[,ri;-'-:;^;;^ And thn,„be^,f,.r,.,n. each m,wer-spri„kled F.,r,whe„,,i.,,eartwasmtedt,.U,y„,o„„t. To War their piny har,,s at play ho heard so well ■' [j,,*- _k ,•' mysti Who Oth ye ]iilis, ye le heard Wlien rrts ye say : your. oice,0 Sea! His Soul did bor. your dPep organ peaJed on high, 222 ®l!|if 'MlxhB ©f oiljj €mm. »U Kriim inoaniii); waves tlit< syiiihul nf all M>rni w, TliH liauiitiii); accvnt, the eternal sigh Tears till their eyes by his iiiaj*-sti<.' river,* Where walked the brcitlier-ix et» tnaiii ; t Others, may sing (Hir songs, hnt /ir will never Charm iis witli the ohl wituhery again. And well lie hived yi)ii, Krienils, whose fund re- plying T<" rve ott gave assurance new : Ye 11 . I'lia bard behived, whose song undying Shall charm the land where late he said, — Ailitii! Rut Lnve and 8ong with him are still victorious: On that white shore his music sweet So'indeth to Beauty, showing ever glorious The stately stepping of her radiant feet. There look (or liim,0 wee ping wife and mother; Ye little children, in your tears I Ye poets, lonely left without your brother I — Tour minstrel's memory his song endears. "Farewell," he sighed, "ye hopes I once would cherish. When hearts were light and fancies new ; Ye dreams, like gorgeous flower* that bloom to perish. Ye lingering loves, a fond and last adieu 1 " • The Ottawa. t Lamptnan and Duncan Campbell Scott. ■.vsilv..r.crinkl.(i streams ' Waken from your «i,.t^rd„g„ OKarth; Hear. ;od.sKr..at word, and Mf. , and gladness tind ' Now, over fields wide-wineinp O birds, till all the air w,tl, jocund singing: ^or now, at last, The stormy Winter is over and past ' The cloudH^do soften, the leaves are „pand. And <»<^^''an;>^.w speaks in a tone less command. The swallows are glancing on every hand. And the so„n.l of the turtle is heard in the land. A wakened world Is on the wine - And, hark I I hear the blue-bird sing // ix SpHn,, : It i, Sprin;, < IN ARCADY -.^HKNUV W. „„,.K AN,> c.AKLKS „. COI.UNS. KviH^^i*'"'*' '",' ^""""^^ ""«■ sojourning ' ^V.th charmed hands the hallowed bfead , . , .y*" break. In jo.v that one doth from his fellow take That he again an answering joy maT brina Marry your souls with Tr.ft?.'f c^fe^t'-XIng, 224 m^» Itrda ®f Ulqe ©roaa. Iff Wliilff Nature snals the .swunt scilc iiiiiit.>. And Paints* soft waters wander placiiil^. And smile, o erswejit l.> many a );l»n<:iri|> » in(;. Hark : oer tliecliiTs the fays are vviii>|icrin(;. Under the laiiijhiiiy leaves chisterinn u|,arl : The dens and eaves witli a wiiii music nnc. Wliile forest elves before your f.iitsti |is sisiii ; —Or, hear I human tones if iliose ulio sini' The old, " old songs, the music of the heart'.'" • A landC. ricKi.\<; TiiK i'K,\ii> k lil.rillK, 111.- joyous n.olniIl^^ / When the ripening time is ickine of the peais, () tile liloNSoMi-time is beauteous. When the piar tree, like a bride. Odorous as with airs of Eden, Decks herself in pearly pride : When Hope blooms with every l)lossom. That tlie vernal season bears. As we think of fruitful Ar.tumn. And the picking of the pears And in long days of Summer. When the warm West wind heaves. With a rustling, mirtliful music. Her soft garniture of leaves : Fair the glancing lights and shadows, beautiful river in the cliOaiui cavedistrict of Hi^li. lUiitv. Snnthern Ohio, 4i.ifif ')ium ifiif 42»ljp ibroflfi. 225 AikI tli« liKlitsuiiii- iwiiikliii(( air.s ; Fo' tliey hriiij,' ilin ({laii time iiraini Ami the (liL-kjiij; I.I tlic iuai>. When tim golncn tliriiil, is .Mii);iii);. Anil tlif twittriiiij( .swalli.H llii-s Wlieii the liaiiK-biiil U.i„ tl„. I,iaiii lies Hi.s KlilUuiif; .■.laittie (.liis : Wlien the tiiiiililiii)> bohnlink .s lauKhtHi »V»ki .s tl]i iinailii« liiiawait > . .>iM.ii tlie Klad tiiue will Ije ci.inii]). Koi the pickin!: of tiie |iear>. Come, n..w, iiij grave, liaik i;ii, iia ( cimi- iiiiw, luiKht Hi sali.- : The yeliDw-tiiitiil heaiuii.s llaiii; liijjlj oil ever* tree : Aiidcome, my limlier Harold, 'I'lie topmost liraiiili who dares, \Vit)i lia^kitaiid willi ladder. For Ihe pii:kiii(; of tlie pears '. Last year eamr' Pearl and Knhy, And Itiiih, and Little .fcdiii- " Hut the sw.-et Child of I'ity Korevi I ni.\v i- ^>oiie ; One thought, amid mirth s madnes.i To the friends of <,tlierwheres :- We must drop the tear of inenu.ry At the piekinp of the pi ars. The Autumn leaves are flyinp. The hoar-frost bites the lawn ■ The l)iiBle-call of Winter Sounds in tlie early dawn : Thank (;<„■, forgathered harvests. And the g,,o,| tliat each one sliares ! And for Love, that makes us joyful. At the picking of the pears I ' 226 ilfip Mixha (if ®Iir t^maa. ii "FOLLOW THE (iLKAM.' W®)^^ sliould we f.,llow every wandering TlieStar that led tlie Sages tlinuigli the night, And brouglittliem safely to tliVirSiPiilsdisire, Will lend our wayward feet its certain light! No marsh-boiu gleam tiiward which we vain- ly grope, No midnight meteor falling from afar,— Illusive mocker of adventurous Hope,— Can ligl't us like that well-appointed Star I For how shall travellers the desert dread, Falter fordoubt, or haiite for fear, their flight, Who watch thatazure palace overhead, Wheru, millii>nlit,sits Stella, beaming bright, Saying to those whose eyes with tears are dim, "He Cometh ! Let the w^orld be glad for HIM I" THE DKKAM-DOOR. TN the time of gray hairs.and dimming eyes, , I ^''^ ™^'""' "'■"• joy,.-, ^^- " With ove was it transfle„red • And the H,hmat shone there was the li^ht I When on the horder of two worlds we parted. Then a mingled thrill of joy and of pain smote throngh me, ^ smote And to clasp him r tried, and I cried aloud. "O Hft looked at me sw«etlv, hnt s^yx^^^^^a And then hestoo^am;.--r.S-;,, As I had -- Hmjook^in the years that are Thin-Ms :i*L"t''c;?nre7*''* "'"•''■*''"*• The forms of hoth grew thin and dim till thev vanished away. And now, when the nream-door was eloMd And T was fnlly awake, I sat with a bnrning heart. And my eyes were nplifted to the stars ; 228 ihe la-te (if ibu Cr^aa. My spirit arose lil ^'^'^ THINK Of thee, ray Friend, this sun- bright morning, And tears come to mine eyes, that thine o'erflow ; For she is in my mind who, without warninc Was reft from thee, a little time ago. Sister of ours we deemed her— one beloved, Nor loved the less that she is seen no more,— To that blest home herSavior gave removed,— So fondly hailed at Christmastides of yore. Blithe is the morn that breaks her peaceful sl'imber. Glad her clear dawning and her matin glow; Angelic songs, in many a liappy number. Announced her advent from this world of woe. ^¥ ItrfiH m sip? (imaa. 231 Hook witho„t-tl,. sno«- tliecld earti, c„VH„ "spread r """""* ''' "'"'^'"« ^''^*'' '■"' I shiver ;-()„ s„ch days o.,r fancy h-,vers "'""'" deLd ""'' "■''"'''""P' "■•''• "">• l>»ried And yet they feel no nmre the fr„sty rigor • The.rs is the ^ver-sw.etly.tenipered cJime Where snnlj faint not. bnt feel eternal viifor— Yet, oh:o„r thoughts return to thatsad time: ^'"" ''i.lrmrnV"""''"'*''''^"''-'"' •^''""- Then birds sang sweetly, all the world seera'd say ; She languished on the road while homeward coming ; — A h ! she reached home before yon, on that day ! ^""•''y- *{;^t home, and sad thy heart, my bro- While now returns the merrie Christmastide- Yet think not of ^/,/« day, bnt of //inf other When she shall be thy p„re celestial bride. O then, where Death comes not, whence Grief IS banished. Where .Sorrow' bitter tears fall nevermore O may we meet familiar faces vanished And dwell with loved ones on that happy shore ! ^^^ 232 @te MxM (if Qiljf Oiwaa. SONG KHOM NKIIII.AKIN, AN i>KANA(iAN I.K(iKNI). KKAMIN'G — soft tlreaniiiig 1 Siicli iiiagital sf«niiiig Ti> biii'l lis, were belter Tliaii the Mouii's pearly fetter. Or the gold chain nf Uay. Dreaming— soft (Ireaniiiig : Kach mellow ray heainiiig. Our fancy will carry On lightsome wing aery :— Let lis lip and away I UNDER DKATII. T WAS a child who, at the darkest hour * Of midnight, with cliiird licart and bated breath. Fell under the vast Shadow we call. Death, Vanquished alone by that dismaying I'ower '. Cowering in that dark cave I lay forlorn, 'Mid blight and ravin ; when a Voice severe Spake; "Of thy fond companions find none here, Where Silence dwells, and never wakes the morn." There, in that awful vigil did my So Ask for life's longest lease I since have wept. And called on Death, where in his narrow bonus Bide my companions. Now that dream of dole Is broken where Death's wounded Conqueror slept : Shall I not meet lihii, when the sunmions comes ? ;>ul mi I?p ©roaa. 233 o, Mary ; ©ilAKl.'tl.ellotherof Mothers. ri.at bare ti.e Lover. <,f „,e ^^ ^"^.''7 "'y«""lwl.letJ,ou fittest Bv h", V'" ^i'^'^'Cl.ild ,,„ t ,v knee ' 8, ff»r '""*''' <'>"ssand Cradle ' buffer me not to despair • Tor I was a little baby And my Mother held me there. O Sou], take THE SPUE. ^HOU dnllard Heart, awake ! VS' ore The s^.^M ^'^ * >nimacnlate virginity, ' The Earth's wa.m beauty. Th^se 'pure Joy i„. Indulge no shallow thought, no mean desire The w *""'"'«d. Ears unstopped ! forthee The World attuned, transflg.fred, hear and What aodhath^made and bless dtho.mayst "° V^^""„*^"" '^* ">« favoring dav go hv And all Its golden freight slip in^the Sea ? The suns^e^ts blaze, the forests bloom for ^Sou^Vread" St 2Ti'> '? ' ""? '""^^ ""^ <"« ' What flowers a«"L"u ■''""''*';' ""'" knowing a. ""wers are wak.ng, and what streams are flowing. 234 Uhs Striaa &f Mw Craaa. f if K I>)KaFIL. ^H". Angel coiiifs ! His ruliv is ({rt-y, ) ilib will};:, are of tlic niuht. And half liis fice is tiiriieil away, — Hilt, all ! liis lace ik hiight '. He seemed the sadile-t i.tie who knew And loved the Seiaphini : liut I must haste to hid adieu. Anil go away with Him. His face Ha turns — lie sniiletti '. Was sunset e'er so fair. Or all the lights of rainhow heights Piled in tlie golden air? He speaks I — was ever mnsic Of lyre so silver-sweet ? Did Raphael mov • witli statelier grace Down Heaven's emblazoned street ? The Angel gives his hand to me,— The Angel is my friend ; He saith, — " That one who comes to thee The loving flod did send. I come to lead thee tliro' Death-Oloom To height of ninrv-T.and." . . Yet on this brink of glorious doom Trresolnte I stand. '"Tis not the marbled mountains. With icy spire and boss, — 'Tis not the ruthless river My Soul doth fear to cross : I s'gh to loave mv dear ones TTpon the hither shore. — I shrink to range the fields of change, '\fid scenes untried before." QIr0Ha. 235 " All : dill you kiii.w wliitlirr yon eo - • llie Angel softly said.— ' Vim would not linger truiihling so N.,r view the way with dread : ' Tlie old and weary ones are free From sorrows and alarms : And little children or.nie to nie And nestle in my arms. " \o traee of tears a-falling. _ In all that crystal sphere ; No cry of pain from wild heart slain, Thro' all the blissful year : The blessed ones tliev gatlier Fpon that happy shore. And wives the necks of Imshands clasp And none shall part them more." FRKDKKICK LAWREXCE KNOWLES INSCHIMKl. IN .MY COI-V OK Ills imOK, " ON I.IKE'.S .STAIRWAY," ^^HIS is the Poesy of Love and Youth {(S)mth Hope a-tip-toe, ( Age he never knew) Vet F?eanty's holiest impnlse,radiant Truth iJivinest V ision, 'mergent to the view Controlled him. tr J ■■ , ■ . .'^'''"' tf'Ppefi ;ip<>n thedew Hand-linke.l with Ps.yche, wh,en he lit the morn — That bright Apollo I and the Graces too And Virtues, came with gifts, when he was born. Celestial Music waked his infant heart And whispered mystic words : "A holi'erbirth Awaits thee . sprinkled be tliy sacred art In consecration : thou art not for Earth : < r 236 ilff lirdfl ®f W&n fflroaa. 'Tis Heaven alone tliat knows the I'oet's worth, 'Ti» Heaven tliatcalls for rapturoui. minstrelsy; Yet, leave some witching notes to charm their deartli. Wlien o'er tlie strings thy hand no longer wan- ders free. Thy unstained life was laid, like a white flower In the warm hand of (iod. His Angel said : " Earth, view it« fairness, taste itw sweet an hour ; Then, Heaven, tis thine.' —And, lo \ its bloom is shed : Rejoice '. where HInssora-Souls are gathered, Plucked from our blighting soil, to unison With Life, and to Eternal Heauty wed. Is he, whom we have named, the Dead, And to dominion of Love's blissful Sun. We miss that perfect rapture from the air. The certain touch that couldour heartenthrall. The daring word that mounts, to our despair, When we would answer to its luring call : Lark-like, or swan-like the rich bird-notes all, As when tlieydrop lliem.seekingeach his nest; His touclies delicate as Angers fall. Of ■ others, when the babe is at the breast. Apollo, who sliall be thy melodist. Or who all make the Sacred Muse liis care ? Who shall improve the Pipe, the Lyre assist. And nnrehnked the '»ods' green laurel wear. To make it brighter? . . . Ah ! swe.'t lutanist ! The broken instrnment w'ro shall repair ? On Karth 'tis silent. But— O Spirit blest ! That new harp soundeth. God hath given thee there ! ^e lirJa m ®Iir (Bvobb. 237 LINES WRITTRN IN A OUKST-llOOK FOrND IN THB OlIAMUEH OF A HBllCNU's HOUSE, IN WHICH THK AUTHOR SPENT THE NIUHT. ^ /TJ\ KT US not sleep, Y^^Howe'er with toils and cares we weary be, Until we look, () hiving Lord ! to Thee, -And cry,— " O Lord, have mercy upon me ! In Life, in Death, in Immortality, My Soul forever keep ! " THE FLIGHT OF TYRANTS. WRITTKN ON THE INTERVENTION IN THE CAUSE OF CUBA. If tht treat t'od. be just, thev shall assist 1 hf deeds (>i justest men. Shakespeare. ^HE bright Antilles shall be free,— \2) Columbia speaks the word ! The Islands of the Kastern Sea Have Freedom's bugle heard. Tyrants, your destined hour is nigh ! Fieht ye like hawks ; like hawks ye fly, Like hawks ye dart upon your prey.— The weak, the faint, the helpless slay. Let Freedom rise to strike her blow !— On, — r/o, — f/n .' Ho ! Tyrants, leave your quaking thrones With trembling lips and dumb ! ' Rejnire. ve People ! Time atones ! Rejoice ! Your hmir »'« rnmr .' The worth of Man the Proud must lean : 238 ®ifr liriiH i^f H^t CrcBB. Yf liaiiislieil I'atrint, rrtiirn : Tim iirlsiiii iliMir lie (ipeii tlinnvn ; Ye li«art npprfstsfd. iiii IciiKer ^'ri.an. <> je, who inalcH tlieir hl.inil t.. 11.. w.— ft'n,~'-t/'i, flu / I liH tii.M-k. tlic vi\-f. the kind, sIirII rtilc, 1'lie prniiil shull rule im moip : Yciiir hour lias stniclc, voiir cup is fill, Tlit^ niensiiri' r^imietli o'er '. Let (iod lie Kini;. (an ye not see, Heyond Heaven's azure canopy. How Mercy dwells with Tower V liow Tove Flath force the guilty to remove',' Resist not Him, whose rwonI is nigli,- ^^|||.~ 11,1.— j\)t : Ve cannot beckon back the dnw n. Ye cannot bar tlie day : The Car of Destiny moves on, — ,^nd will ye block the way ? Still in the cliariot of your pride Will ye inglorlously ride ',' And shall not Christ, theCaptives Kiiend, Ifis Faitlifiil from your wrath 'i^fend ? Depart I His prowess ye must know. — (7o. — i/it, — r/o ,' Your day hath saddened long the sun. And made the moon look pale ,- Like mountain streams our blood has run. To fatten every vale ; Justice went startled from yourtlirone ; Mercy and Rnth ye have not known; For Comfort, ye gave Misery, For Freedom, lorn Captivity; fribbetsand Chains, for Liberty '. To learn your duty ye are slow: — I ' l£i}S •inraa <§i (!i,i}y : lyraiiiij i,i ftpan, , «»« : ye na liaiiui,, tl.ai l.okl m, ritlit ' (i.. : soau'i.Kl, km, lit, aim cliam • ,'". ■, >** >"'" »i''' tl'« liran t.. Iiau-,- IrillMis and (lyj, ,crite» of .Mat*- .. Im, I>r..w, wl,ii« y„ „.„st ,.r..a,|, tli^ Morm Aim (ircMi.ise wliat yv n« er perluriii ' llie wuiii of (i„„ bejfiim to blow, ^ Ke not Kevenge tli« llf,-,, s crv,— J IS Mrr. y bears, ilm rod ; Triitli lometli duwiiwar.l from on liii;)i And Jnsticn is of (iod. Il« wills no Slave to trrad His Hfld : S„ base blo,,d blisters on ills shield ■ Ills stainless Hag goes lloaliiiK oer llieKladdeninK seas, from shore to shore ; lie bi.lslhe foes of Liberty J'o /■/»■(■,— ki,kk, — KLKK: KNVOY TO MY HOOK. /^Othou, th' eternal way, unseen, unknown, V^ Where oft my l|„,,es, and oft my Fears have Mown : Where Dreams have paled to crnmblii.K noth- ingness. And Art is perished in the vast abyss ' ^\hat matter. Lethes wave a thought more nigli Thee than another "-J // „rr l,„ru l„ ,hr. if ^