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 BY THE A XT T H K 
 
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 T«i a B^antiful Flower l»y the Wayside* 
 
 fair Uoomiug flower aclarning this tree, 
 How welcome thy presence and perfume to me, 
 
 1 will not pass by thee without gentle care, 
 Beside thee 111 lin;j;c' my song to prepare. 
 
 I'hou own'st the sweet power true joy to bestow, 
 Then how can 1 pass thee when much yieldeth woe 
 Our daily meanderings oft lead us thereby 
 The grief we find there at thy presence may fly ! 
 
 Sweet beauty is on thee — that wonderful power ; 
 Wliich maketh lis happy, makes charming life's bower; 
 Which giveth us patience with opposite views, 
 And tells us our beauties *mong others to use. 
 
 Our love thou restorest) makes memory strong. 
 We think of the many who knew our loves tone 
 But misty indift'erenco hath muffled its tongue 
 We decide near thy rays it no more shall be dumb. 
 
 iTovv many sad hearts when on meeting thy cheer 
 May have seen o'er again faded scenes once so dear 
 And enjoyed the bright sunshine again in their heart 
 And gave thee their love that will never depart. 
 
 Of high honors given may some on thee bloom. 
 That were given to dear ones now low in the tomb, • 
 Then great honored flower receive such from mo , .i. 
 A flower of remembrance and sympathy be. , U ,iv 
 
 how kind test the slinbeain rtpon thy sweet bloom, 
 How soft doth the breezes waft forth thy perfume, 
 O beautiful hutnming bird with magical hum 
 Uive giory, for great and true joys here are won. 
 
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 Tears must descend irom every eye, 
 
 Oft times through life-'s amazing way^ 
 But if tliey flow in love's fair fields^ 
 
 Ah ! then how grand is their display, 
 E^en like the dew froto stariy skies, 
 
 Which gives the earth a blessed dl^ess,. 
 The sun doth kindly smile thereon, 
 
 So God and man love's tears doth- blessi. 
 
 A- TKirte WELCOME. 
 
 A FRAOMENT, ♦ 
 
 Tlie cheerful welcome, gladness, tnist',. • 
 The happy people' showed, 
 
 Made human worth so great, T lovecB 
 Both them and' there abod^^ 
 
 And greatly joyed, that I did wear 
 The human form and heart, - 
 
 And could in spirit so enjoy 
 
 What social powers imparts 
 
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 '.■'i AS AJDIEV TO A I.OTED iVSlS^ -, ' ' ■ j... ^"^ 
 
 Adieu r dear one, thou dost not thank; ' - * ' ' 
 
 How true I cave for thee. 
 All cares and tears in parting" hour^ 
 
 Aj-e deeply felt by me. 
 
 My love for thee hath set thy eharms'' 
 
 On everv noble thina 
 That memory may honor thee^ 
 
 And fancy may haye wing; 
 
 That thou may^rfc be like natuite's face ;; 
 
 Whatever thy CEtreer 
 I'll reap from thee joys less or nmre,. 
 
 As nature lov'd doth be,ar^ 
 
 EOTE'N TEAIOT, 
 
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 Their kindness and their peaceful home, 
 TTo me, was like a li^ht r 
 
 Of clear blue sky when many clays 
 Has frowned in cloudy might. 
 
 8uch grows apace, clouds disappear, 
 We give the sky new love, , 
 
 Forgetting all the cloudy gloom 
 For what aye dwells above, 
 
 ■So in this oosey happy home, 
 
 True human excellence beams, 
 
 So sweetly human wounding powers, 
 Like passing clouds but seems. 
 
 MITSINOS ON AMTUUL IfOYEllfBER DAT. o 
 
 Deep silence reigns on this November day, 
 As hore I wandei in the forest grey, - ' 
 
 There does not blow the softest little breeze, * 
 
 XJnmoved doth stand the tall and leafless trees. 
 Save here and there a beech tree doth display 
 Some yellow leaves, thei« hanging in decay. 
 The birds and squirrels seems to have caught the mood 
 Of silence too ! not any hero was wooed - , ., . . 
 
 To merry prattling company, and I 
 In sympathy to silence far and nigh 
 Among the fallen leaves to stir did cease 'if ' !' 
 To muse a moment, on this death-like peace, -'s 
 This Autimm day becomes the silence well, i *" 
 And true and deep immortal meanings tell -' " 
 The Summer season's power and glories gone ; 
 The fruits and excellence left for us to own, ' ■ ' ' 
 The singing birds from lakes, woods, fields are fled:; 
 The humming bees and insects, good as dead. 
 A pretty day calls forth no happy voice. 
 In vain the breezes make a sighing noise ; 
 No comely flowers doth bend, no leaves doth play., 
 Because it is in truth an Autumn day 
 Another winter must reign in its power 
 
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 E'er Ktii- and glory yield a<?ain tfieii' (lowor. 
 So when our life's grey Autumn doth appear, 
 VN hen merry songs all memlesp we hear, s- l 
 (When merry laughter seemeth but a sham,' 
 And everything that's not a gentle calm,) ,; 
 When mortal strengrh desire and cheer is gone, 
 The smallest cross doth cause a real moan, 
 What can we do but look upon our kind *"'' 
 As holding all the virtues of our mind ; ' "' " " 
 Receiving gratitude for wrath and love, 
 Which like the light is sweet however we move. 
 And look beyond, and thiough death's mighty way, 
 And long tp meet our second spring time s day. 
 
 *■ TO A SBTOW ItlRlK. ..*.<*' *r. 
 
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 ! bird of restless active wing, • / 
 
 The winter's faithful mate, ^ • 
 
 Thou wisdom cau'st to me bestow, ' * ' ■ ^\ 
 If I upon 3'ou \yait.' '■•■■ '"'^^''' 
 
 The summer birds doth yield us joy,. - 
 
 
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 By beauty's sojourn song 
 Assisted by the summer charms 
 
 That winter cannot own. • ^ ■ „ ,1 • , 
 
 What thoughts of peace and happiness. 
 
 The green leaved trees convey, 
 Where birds doth build their cosey nest^ 
 ^ And warbleth forth their lay „ ,„ 
 
 Majestically the eagle soars, 
 
 On high in genial air, . 
 Among the summer's graceful clouds. 
 
 How grand the picture there. 
 
 So is it on the crystal lake, 
 
 When lordly loons doth go, 
 
 So grandly on the wavelets breast, 
 
 l^Vom whence their callings flow. 
 
 
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 Bui, ye poor birds see no sucii joys . ^ .^ 
 In winter's sterile time, " !' ^ .„ ■ 
 
 Yet in thy way, ye give to me^ ., , ' ' v 
 
 Instruction great, sublime. ' ." '^ 
 
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 When darkly frowns the wintry clouda 
 And chilli-^ winds blow high, ., -.-u ,•..; t 
 • i\nd snowy tempests sendethforth, ,'t ;,!^,';'V: 
 With howling, forlorn cry; 
 
 Then are ye seen among the slornii>, 
 - With swift and powerful wing, » 1 i*:? '-^2> 
 ■your voices sounding as ye fly, yih,. vA. l/ ^'• 
 In sweet collateral ring,,,jt.njO"'N'' v'';-;s,!"«. 
 
 ' Auspicious then the moments are,-. r, i'jiv'.' > 
 Made by your scene and deed, . lUi ■;.' ' 
 Which gives unto my mind, a lijjht -, , ,, ■- * 
 That doth to virtues lead- ■ • , . f? 
 
 I think upon our own^ nigh nie> jj^^^yj,, . 
 
 Its winters and its summers, ' - = " , 
 In that high season, many kind, _ 
 
 And smiling are our comers. 
 
 All finds a virtue in our sphere. 
 
 The gay is beautified, 
 The,wise made wiser, fools made wise, 
 
 High piaise and honors plied. 
 
 And every heart is touched to bring ; ;.. . 
 
 The Bweetest flowers of pleasure, 5 1 
 It seems the grandest aim in life '^. 
 
 To bring a pleasing treasure. <' - 
 
 * But when adversity appears, 
 Like winter 8 chilling powers, 
 Then many welcome ones forsake. 
 Like summer birds and flowers, 
 
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 But few doth visit us like thee, ^: ,, ^v i'^ m i i 
 
 True, both in face and heart, ; : ' [' 
 
 But those how heavenly, sweetjand deaiy. 'j^^'' . /ip- 
 When real love*s there part ,:;,,» /^ ^:. 
 
 I would like thee to others be f 
 
 A joj in clouded hours, V^ : • , 
 
 The work is sweet, rewards are true, . ' 
 
 From them and heavenly powers, 
 
 TC THE IIIJMB1.E BKE. ^ . ' A^. 
 
 Again I meet'' thee, humble bee, 
 And kindly greetings give I thee, 
 . i happy occupant of life, 
 Another year come to the strife ; 
 I welcome thee with thy bass drone, ^ ^ ; 
 Like all our friends that cometh on, 
 Thou art entitled to respect, , , ;j . ■ 
 By all that fields or woods bedeck ; 
 Because amongit high things y« rove, 
 That's great in beauty, dear to love, v 
 The beauteous flowers so comely rare, 
 And well thou lookest among them there ; 
 For what thou dost in beauty lack, ^ 
 
 u V With thy unlovely brownish back, ■, , 
 :^-:f ' ■ Thou full mak'st up as thou dost fly - " 
 t^S Among them iia thy melody ; 
 ^C,-^ A well becoming teaching scene, * ' 
 I Beauty and music much doth mean, 
 
 [ True draws the human heart and eye, 
 
 And longings great doth satisfy— 
 Longings that by them only rise 
 That all life's scenes were but likewise ; 
 ( Thou dost deserve my sympathy, 
 
 OW long imprisoEed humble'^bee, vjJI 
 ( Thou surely must be very weary 
 
 With thy long sleep, stiff, cold and dreary ; 
 
Say, waat thou conscious at the hour ' 
 Ofdeparting vigorous power, v S"; 
 That thou must sleep a long half year,' 
 And neither see, feel, fly nor hear ? h 
 1 think thou wast thy manner now, 
 Make me suppose that thou didst IxyW ^^. 
 Beneath surmising» Btferlancholy, 
 Conr-erning thy long stupor wholly; „.v 
 For as thou felt at lying down 
 Such feelings now will fill thy croWtf/ 
 According as thy sense did fail, * '' 
 So will it now grow and prevail ; 
 Oh I humble bee, I shed a tear '- ' v^^ 
 For thee for what did then appear, _ y. 
 For thee, I now give pity, care , . 
 For thy meek shyness very rare, 
 A tendei ness is in thy voice, ^ 
 
 That tells thou art glad to rejoice. ""■ 
 Just anyway beneath the light 
 Of Heaven so »weetto thee and bright^ 
 I see thee on this opening balm. 
 So earnest, thankful, busy, calm, 
 At my approach thou spreadst thy wing 
 And pleased away ye droning swings 
 Go, happy OTi^, on thy sweet way -X 
 *Mong flowers to roam in thy life's dlay. 
 As thou ait now, be always shy, 
 And there is room' for ttree to fly r 
 Flowers in abundance for thy food. 
 And for thy coming desired brood, 
 And to thy tribes-, &weet peace display. 
 Thou hast an influence them to sway. 
 A joyful yielding thankful mien^ 
 Sunshine and flowers are ever seen ; 
 Thou hast my sympathy and praise, 
 Ah I humble bee^ what high dijjplays. 
 
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 If such were mine as true and high 
 As my true nature could enjoy, 
 1 could let all the world know 
 How gratitude and love should grow. 
 
 ♦to A I.OrEi> OJtfE wow NO MORli- 
 
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 1 heard grand echoinfr thioujih tlie woods, (^rt ^ *' ■ 
 
 A aweet and charnnna; sonndj T'^i • 
 
 1 loving listenedj stili the voice 
 
 Did clearly onward bound. , . , , ., .*.i, 
 
 I'he sun was sinking in the west,^,, ;,^,^ , .^, ^,-. 
 
 Which signed my goinw home ; "' , ^. , ^j . -^ 
 And spread a glory through the woods 
 In honor of the aong. 
 , 1 homewaid travelled, came more near 
 To where arose her voice, ^ 
 
 And found I knew the liappy one . ^^ 
 
 Who thus did high rejoice, ' - 
 
 And still flowed sweetly forth her sotigi 
 r stcod a while in tl ought, ,.i 
 
 Whither to mar the haiuiony 
 
 Or let its ul'ry float. 
 Who loves not uuisic, let it swell. 
 Who loves not hallowed uroiind, 
 Where happy memories make their hnmf 
 
 And to all J038 redound, 
 Which from the earth and Heavens mak0 
 
 A dear world of our own. 
 Where bliss is sung the cold wide world 
 
 Knows nothing of its song ; 
 Sins on sweet one the charm wl trees 
 
 Are tnining now more dear, 
 The very grotmd retains the spell, 
 
 Now only good will bear. ' ^ 
 
 The air is full of happiness, 
 
 How lovely is the sky, 
 O while this great world is our homo; 
 There's joy for you and I. 
 
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 SONG. 
 
 Come, Lila, let ns wander forhh, 
 But not into the aimless crowd, 
 
 We'll wander by the lovely lake, 
 Its birdd are calling sweet and loud. 
 
 *Tis twilights charming honr O Isee. 
 
 The rapturous beauties near and far, 
 The lake still holds;day'8 lingering beams, 
 
 The Heavens now show the evening star. 
 
 The loveliness, sweet language breathes 
 Our hearts the wondrous meanings hear, 
 
 See my allurements always new, 
 Accept the virtues which I bear. _^ 
 
 My glorious fulness calls for thought 
 Which you high favored mortals own, 
 
 To think upon yourselves and me, 
 
 And garner truths of highest tone. • ' • - 
 
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 I've always blessed mankind with joy. 
 
 Both old and young may see in me, 
 
 A harmony 'tween Heaven and earth, 
 
 'Tween day and night— sweet sympathy. 
 
 And many mortals hath wooed me, 
 As feelings of their hearts required, 
 
 For joys or tears I favored all 
 Still more by them I was desired. 
 
 But none I love so much to bless^ 
 
 With excellence, fulness of my powers, 
 
 As such like you, true, loving hearts, 
 Beceive my highest, dearest dowers. 
 
 Oh ! Lila, hear let's fool and take 
 The riches of the twilight's time, 
 
 So dear to loves sublimest hours, ^ 
 As time rolls on still pure divine. 
 
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 THE POOR TKAV£LI.EB'»SORR»WFlJI. TMJLK^ 
 
 A poor aged ta^veller cm. his way, 
 Sore wearied, near the close of day, 
 Did sigh, and earnest thought of rest^ 
 Of human thin^ antong the bestf 
 Beheld a grassy hillock near, > 
 
 Which his weak, weary frame might bear^ 
 There sat him down, but still his eye 
 Did on his onward goings lie ; . • ^ 
 
 For even faitit desirs, doth nKx;k 
 The rest that mnds the body ea clock, w ' ^- 
 As he Jone sat and looked, a boy 
 Came whistling onward in his joy, 
 And as he passed the old man by, 
 A tear sprang to his withered eye ^ . ' 
 His tattered handkerchief he took, ' . " 
 And in his weeping loving look " . , . 
 
 He wiped the tear away,, and said^r ,» ,/ 
 God's blessing rest upon thy head, ,:. ;-,-. 
 My pleasant, happy, little man, 
 Make happiness now all ye can ; 
 These are the days of thy sweet power; 
 Ah ! clearly now I mind the hour. 
 Or rather years, when powers like thinev 
 I did possess them well as mine 
 Who was the oldest among five, 
 7' In every place pleased and alive ; t] 
 Their leader unto every ^me, S.&l 
 And loved and honored was my namef. 
 Their guide to meadow, brook and hill. 
 And kindly followed was my will ; 
 I think I see again the smile 
 That lit my mother^s face the while 
 When we'd rehearse the wondrous deed& 
 We had preformed among the meads, 
 When baby brother would declaim, 
 And give some other one the blame 
 Of his own faults, with stammering tongue, 
 O ! can 1 not again be young 1 
 
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 Ah \ me, that blessed face is gone, 
 And of the young I'm left alone, 
 No one to follow me or love, 
 AH powerless I about do move ; 
 «ince then, feite has to me been cold, ?» >: 
 Unkindly, harsh and very bold, 
 When I with all my power and skill, . 
 Had matters going up the hill. 
 Then would fate come before my face, > 
 And them and I a tumbling chase 
 Down to the bottom, and a friend 
 At the same time would from me rend, f 
 My fulness thus did fade away, 
 My honor, too, sank in decay ; 
 Myself J homeless, friendless, found, ^ 
 And who could occupy such ground. 
 Twas like the plucking of a flower. 
 Which once adorned the garden bower, 
 Then, in its fading, placed again 
 Among its comrades, such my pain. 
 I, from ray home did wander far, 
 So that Tve seen the evening stat- 
 in everv clime, with its sweet light 
 Which doth men's hearts to Heaven invite 
 And draws their thoughts to all that's good, 
 in which is found our loved boyhood, 
 I have returned to its sweet spheres ; 
 The difference of all things bring teais. 
 Here brake his voice and tears down ran, 
 And sobbed, and wept, the poor old man; 
 But quivering said <^k)d bless the boy, 
 And ever give him happy joy. 
 On onwanis path he looked again, 
 And lo 1 a lady on the plain, 
 Was walking in a sad like mien, 
 A child upon her arm was seen. 
 In silence did the traveller gaze, 
 As silent as the starry rays. 
 No sound did draw the lady's eye. 
 She never saw him, passed him by : 
 
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 Yet from her face he never drew 
 
 His eye, since she first met his view. 
 
 He saw a sorrow deeply set .' i i i 
 
 In her sweet face, her eyes were wet, 
 
 Those lovely eyes which should have shono 
 
 Like waters where the moon's rays on 
 
 For joyfulness, she never spake, 
 
 The silence she did nevei brake ; 
 
 Unto her child she did not smile, 
 
 The childs sweet prattle could not wile 
 
 Regard from her in anywise, 
 
 For grief she wore without disguise. 
 
 The traveller's heart within him sighed, 
 
 Stay, lady stay he softly cried ; 
 
 Why lookest thou so snd, tell me, 
 
 Hath death thy partner took from tiiee, 
 
 Or some dear friend ; or hath hard fate 
 
 Been greatly troubling thee of late. 
 
 She turned and told her woeful tale, * 
 
 Yet had no friend found death's dark vale, 
 
 But yet, the nature of her grief 
 
 Was such that death would bring relief, 
 
 She left him, went in tears away ; 
 
 True pity did the traveller sway. 
 
 Ah 1 me, he cried, deep sorrow's power 
 
 Did in my heart this day high tower, 
 
 By memories of my boyish joy. 
 
 Brought to my mind by that sweet boy. 
 
 And when a thought hath once begun,' 
 
 Through all its natures course 'twill run 
 
 Like as the lightnings lirey dash, 
 
 Through all the gloomy clouds 'twill flash ; 
 
 So sorrows' thought has done in me! 
 
 Ran through all my life's history. 
 
 At every special fuiioua I'aid, 
 
 That fate and wrrow en me made 
 
 The awful feelings sufioi'^d then. 
 
 This day I've suffered o'er again. 
 
 I wished for (Jeatli, forf^ive me God 
 
 And patience give to bear the rod, 
 
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 I now could bear a harder stroke, 
 «ince rimve seen -be heavy yoke, 
 That this sweet creature's doomed to bear, 
 Who youth and affluence doth wear. 
 Who now in sorrow equals me, 
 Who is indeed of low dei^i'ee. 
 O 1 sorro.v's equalizing power, 
 Thou dost the weed and pietty flower 
 To<j;other bring in brotherhood, 
 Such yet has ne'er been done by good, 
 Kxcejjt that sorrow*8'good,if so, _..,.; 
 
 The good would rather it not know; 
 However, that bo, I feel a joy 
 I).)th in my heart its power employ, 
 To feel for her and sympathize, 
 Though not again may meet our eyes, 
 8weet one-, I could take all her load 
 Of grief with me upon my road, 
 And leave her happy to live long, 
 And sing again her cheerful song, 
 With all her sorrows weight with me, 
 () ! far, far happier, would I be, 
 To feel I'm living for some one 
 Whose gratitude returning come. 
 The few frail hours that I may see, 
 Will be more dear and sweet to me ; , 
 Sweet echoings, my heart will hear, 
 From kinder, gone-by days most dear, 
 When was received my love and care, 
 With gratituf- ". and luippy prayer; 
 Though now I'm on the graveward shore, 
 Yet from the happy days of yore, 
 Across the central joyless years ; 
 There echoes come to grace my tears. 
 As the sun oft decks th.^ eve and morn, 
 # While all between is cloud and storm. 
 
 O ! hard it is to th^ lone heart, 
 When no one's care for it takes part, 
 To feel his care and love is mocked, 
 Ah 1 many a time I have been shocked, 
 
And pained at heart, to feel the scorn 
 Mj care and love found for return. 
 I have seen much of human life, 
 i Its joy, indiflference, ardor, strife, 
 But my life's fortune's been so hard, 
 I ve ever been beneath regard ; 
 The highest good to me men owes, 
 Is that they strive to shun my woes, 
 Yet I have ever loved man, 
 Though I've found little, he's the balm, 
 That's led my thoughts to joyous spheres, 
 buch joy in his high hope appears. , 
 But since my sympathy's received, 
 And sympathy's to me bequeathed, 
 I'll lift my trembling voice in song, 
 And take what comes without a moan, 
 Now yon bright sun sinks in the west, 
 I must go seek my sleep and rest. 
 
 :^:_-^-:'f*r''-p-?m mart jabte. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 When Mary walks into the fields,"" 
 To bring the cowg for milking home. 
 
 Few may behold her, few may hear, 
 Yet ghe is sweet, and grand's her song. 
 
 I have beheld her on a time. 
 
 When nature wore her purest green, 
 The Heavens were all divinely clad 
 
 With suniet glories rich serene. 
 
 The «ow bells tolled most charmingly. 
 And filled with sweetness all the air, 
 
 But Mary's voice rang forth in song, 
 And all the glory did declare. 
 
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 How gieat and beautiful appeared ^ 
 
 Kind nature's lovely powers then. 
 
 But Mary's happiness filled all, 
 And on the highest set a gem. 
 
 How charming to the heart, to see 
 
 Such honor given to our race, 
 From nature's glory to receive 
 
 Adornments from a human face, 
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 Come, charity, and fill my heart, 
 
 To lowest ones make honop rise. 
 To happy ones yield fervent love, 
 
 Eemember, Mary with the skies. ^ >. 
 
 r-^ \^':/v-:;,.t.:;.:".:' r :: SONG, 
 
 1 Linda, listen to my song, 
 
 My heart doth sing for thee. 
 The utterance of my truest thoughts, 
 
 Thy presence gives to me. 
 
 This morning is the first of Spring, 
 
 That season of great power, 
 Which from the common earth doth bring 
 
 The substance and the flower. 
 
 On where no beautiei now are 8«en, 
 Soon will such splendors riae. 
 
 Of every hue that aE will find ,, , 
 Delights for heart and eyei». 
 
 Where silence now supremely reigns. 
 Soon by Spring's magij band. 
 
 Sweet, true, endearing melody 
 Will echo through our land. 
 

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 80, Linda, let thy Kindly hear^"^' -' 
 
 Be like sweet Spring to me, 
 And yield tliose happy smiles of love, 
 > : I long to feel and see. 
 
 Sad diie decay that blighting power, ^ 
 Which Spring's sweet flowers doth meet, 
 
 You need not fear my lieart's true loVe, ^ 
 Thine fresh will ever keep. ;'v r ^^ • 
 
 Oh! Linda, with thy tuneful heart /rJ^f^pJ- 
 Breathe music in mine ear ; ^ * ^ J * 1'; ■: 
 
 My heart will keep its ecstac^;*''"^'' ni^l^^^f «0' 
 Its strains I'd ever hear. ^ *#'^^ : C 
 
 And all the music in my soiil^ t : W ^ '• 
 
 And love that's in my heart. 
 Will sweetly harmonize with thine 
 
 Without the aid of art. ' '^*ii j^%? f TC>;: 
 
 The heart, Jio-v^eVef it doth fare * 
 
 Has fancy at its call, 
 And keeps her ever on the v ing, 
 
 In nature's mighty hall. 
 
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 If earnest, longed-for true desires, 
 
 It happily obtains, 
 To honor such kind fancy brings 
 
 The best that nature deigns. 
 
 If objects of such deep desires, 
 Keep distant; will not smile. 
 
 The heart bids fancy higher soar, 
 Her failure to beguile. 
 
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 That thoughts, whatever way they rise 
 Whither from joys or sigh, - ' 
 
 They may chime into harmony, 
 With all that's great and high. 
 
 .r.-h'hB waters from a heath or spring,! 
 Doth rise and join the stream, 
 Which flows in majesty and power, 
 And to the seas doth teem. 
 
 
 THE OEM OP THE WESTERN HII.I.S. 
 
 ■ ; ^>^ ^v: U^:r^ ' "' SONG. >;■.:', .r€ \ M- / , "^ .. ■ v - ■ 
 
 i gate upon yon western hills, 
 
 So charming to the eye, 
 While day give forth its hlessed light, 
 
 There grandeur's great and high. 
 
 Mine eye with rapture looketh there 
 
 With tenderness, my heart 
 For there dwells, Maggie dearest on«, 
 That holds its lf|iT)g part. 
 
 > ^t) how transporting doth the raysi ; > 
 Of morning's sun beam there 
 w,%j%i; A realm of glory thrills my heart, 
 iii^'S And makes the world all fair. 
 
 ^^^?^ Ard Maggie there in love and joy, 
 In comliness complete, 
 An hour in thought on all the scene 
 Makes life pure, great and sweet. 
 
 But day and night my thought is there^ 
 
 And very oft mine eye, 
 For trust and hope and love doth bring 
 
 From there joys for a sigh. 
 
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 Moat sweet is nature's music Rem, 
 But there it must be glorious, 
 ■:■ Yet Maggie's voice in tender speech ^ ■ S 
 Will reign o*er all victor^ua 
 
 How blessed the place whicB she adorns 
 A heavenly po>ver is there, .t ^ 
 
 Ihat all the goodness^ oi her heatt^l 
 Dottiistf .^Bd nea? dedair '^,ii, ;^ 
 
 .^.J^feel most happy to attend., ^^^^^ 
 ^ Upon her in my love-, . - ' 
 For all the influence like the stars* 
 In heavenly spheres- doth move. 
 
 ■■■ '-'-■-' ■■■•■■■ SON«. ■■- ^ ■ 
 
 My Annie dwells afar froi^jn^jfM 
 But easy is the way,?vw» > ^f 
 .Though many mountains therein are-,, 
 I travel swift 4iiid gay, -fejf J :,^IT 
 
 I oft have passed a weary one, lu' 
 
 Ascending with a sigh, 
 Who wondering looked at me and asked, 
 
 How I so passed:him.by. 
 
 Ah ! weary one thou knewest not. 
 
 The true cause of my power, 
 It was the love of Annie's heart. 
 
 That did my strength endo wen 
 
 . My love for her made plain the way. 
 
 And paved it all withpy, 
 i So that I travelled like a bird '; 
 
 That doth its wings employ. 
 
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 l««ft liave met one in diBtress, ,iv 7 S 
 Who earned asM for aid, -; , , , jf // 
 Wlio wondering, loojked when in his hand, 
 A welcome gift I laid. ; r^T* ';^ 
 
 He oaw a Joy beam on my face,^^. :,^^ 
 v.;:^ J, . V When fluch did leave my hand, 
 ; ' ■ Ah ! pleased poor one, the joys trug^ caifse, 
 
 .•I;;:.;:*'' ,., ., T^ou canst not un4^|st|n4..^l^i':;^^,:W' 
 
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 i^ V The weaMi of kindness, love ani j'by,j 
 
 0iJ:-:.^^ That dwells in Annie's heart, . ,; : 
 
 I; ; 4 That beams for me makes sweet the power, 
 
 V ' ;; With sudi like things to part. v^ 
 
 :'r One loving look, one word, one sniile, 
 ^^:'^: A thousand times pays all; 
 ^^ '^Tis easy for me to respond 4;.;-'; ^^f- 
 To every virtiums call, " ■*^ '";« '' 
 
 BERTHA. * * * * 
 
 :I first beheld her, as the day " '^' :'^' 
 Was fading peacefully away. 
 But though the day had lovely been. 
 And ni^t's great gems were tobeseea. 
 My thoughts on neither was beset, 
 Their loveliness I did forget. 
 As I did gaze on Bertha's face, 
 So gentle, lovely, full of gmce ; '- 
 So fascinating, pure and sweet, 
 Perfection there did reign complete; 
 I thought on her so highly blessed, 
 Her cheeks had sunset cloiidletB presM, 
 Did powers of a great summer's morn, 
 Her dear expression so adorn, 
 
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 Her kindness, sweetness had iuoh power, 
 Who saw her to those spheres did tower. 
 ' ^ ^ Ah ! Bertha there thou takest me,' *" ■ 
 And I feel happy as can be ; ^^ 
 To feel and see what makes apart 
 Of the blessed treasures of thy heart, ^-'] ; 
 Is happinese that I do love j" - - 
 lall its sweetness dear to prov^, '*■ 
 With thy consent and lore and joy, 
 How glad would I my life employ. . 
 
 ' TO A SWEET BIRD. .^iiW 
 
 "'''"'" :.,.;,:.'■■':„■ SONG, ''^'- h^^'"^' ' "■ ' 
 
 rfing on, sing on, ! minstrel bird . ^ *| . 
 
 I'll give attentive ear v^v^V 
 
 To thy soul stirring plaintive strains. 
 
 Which starts the real tear. * „ , > 
 
 On every tree by my way side, ,; . | 
 Some of thy kind sweet bird ^^V^ 
 
 ;?; Hath poured its music on my hecrfc^ ^"^ 
 J How e'er that heart was stirred. 
 
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 Ab! now an arrow sticketh there^ 
 From disappointments bow,. 
 
 Sent by the hand of her I love, 
 Thou helpest to draw it now. 
 
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 ffowis it that thou singest aow 
 Such strains to me as these, 
 
 T^t kindly takes my heart away 
 To spheres, of peace and ease. 
 
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 It may be, thai the Heavenly roalni.tf - 
 
 Thy wiug and voic« doth know, 
 Hath so endr ^ed thee with such power, 
 
 To make this music flow^: r ;, f^ r/i,^, ^ f 
 
 And, having met with some mishap, , yf/ 
 Perhaps thou'rt calling clear , rf 
 
 For some ocnsoling charm ye know, ,., .i^ > 
 That's in thy sky sphere. ^ M" 'm 
 
 How e'er it be, I must confess, . . , i /., ., 
 Those glorious strains of thine, ^ iji; '■^ 
 
 Clieers well my heart, and makes me think 
 Of a true loving clime. , i - v^ ? 
 
 TO DORA. ..r';/.t^i;; ]lil UiOIV I-'- ■ 
 
 ..;..•■ !■:•■ .. ,u 80NG.''%tv :,.:/-v.,;j.. ^^.:;:|^.^_- 
 
 I know that sorrow's in this world, ;^i /vv ,!•' 
 
 Just now some feel its powers, ^ ■ ' ^,., 
 
 I pity them, and for them hope -^ '^^a.! ; |j 
 
 Soon coming joyful hours. '.'^*u ''^ '^ ^^ 
 
 But 1 in sweetest triumph sing, yi^ 1 fif:^ * \ ^'-^ 
 
 No sorrows dare come near, ' ''-^:,y-'^'-^^:i^''^ 
 
 While Dora*s smiles or Dora's voice '^-^ ^^ i^ ^ 
 
 Doth meet mine eye or ear>^/?0^^ 0^>a ;^ -f. 
 
 T then feel rightly what jcy means, ^^^1 
 Its nature deeply sounck % 4^ 
 
 Within my heart, and set its powers 
 On grand beholding grounds. 
 
 I view each sorrow ntficken one, 
 
 And feel this truth to glow, 
 If Dora's, such as mine were there. 
 
 No sorrows would they know. 
 
 
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 For in hei' heai-t true '|)!ty dwells, ' 
 That makes her voice so dear, 
 
 All hearing it, would gladly feei 
 It sweetened ererv tear. 
 
 My fancy flies to joyous ones, - ' • 
 If Dora was but there, '--'' 
 
 With her grand powers, no other could " 
 In Heavenliness oompare. 
 
 Sweet rays of joy would them surround 
 
 With a meek charming light, 
 To find its equal 'buve tke earth 
 : • Their fancy must take flight. '*"* 
 
 I hear all natures melody, 
 
 The sweet and plaintive breeze, 
 
 As it upon the waters sound, 
 As sighing 'mong the trees. 
 
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 I hear the lofty songs of birds, s , . n - -,. <} 
 
 The humble bee's base tone, 
 All chimeth true with Dora's voice. 
 
 So loving is her song. ' « ' 
 
 If Dora was not them among, - ' ?. * • ' ' 
 
 I still would be in joy. 
 For all their sweetness, powers and charms^ 
 
 Is in her lov«*d employ. ' ' 
 
 TO A BCAUTIFUI. OIBL. 
 
 I met an unknown motly crowd, ' * 
 
 When passing down the street, 
 But saw one there whose comeliness 
 
 I did not careless meet. 
 
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 iler ptesence formed unt© my mind, 
 
 A vision great and dear, '< - ' • ' 
 Sweet beauty, joy and eitc«llenoe^ > " ^ 
 
 Did e"very where appear. 
 
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 Her happy powers adorned the crowdy ; ' 
 
 With honor and esteem, 
 Slaking a picture delicate, <. , 
 
 Her charms the graceful beam. 
 
 Like the bright sunbeam 'mong the clondu, 
 
 That floweth through the sky, ; 
 
 Or like a flower &mo«g the 'eaves, ^^ ,,{f 
 , Which them doth beautify. 
 
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 How happy they who hold her hand, » 
 
 And feels her gentle graap, 
 If care doth wound their heart,, her tpucl|| 
 
 Would greatly it ^ncj9,9p,^r,^ >^,yX < i c^ 
 
 To hear the music of her voice, i li - 
 
 In sympathy ;s sweet tone, '/ 
 
 They'd kindness feel for every one; 'X 
 
 And love them as their own. v#f!t 
 
 High favored is the man, who feels 
 
 The heart-beat! of thy love, 
 His hope may surely build a hpaie, 
 
 Where joy and peace doth mov^^t* ^ i 
 
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 ! h«ppy one, so richlj^ robed 
 In virtuous aoble powers, 
 
 I prove them toiuy fancy's faith, 
 Thou wilt make blessed hours. 
 
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 In loneliness to think of thee, 
 Will give me cheer sublime, 
 
 To knew that in this gloomy world y 
 Thou somewhere mak'st sunshine 
 
 
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 Could every one who doth not feel 
 
 The excellence of true loving, 
 Behold with care the tender scene, 
 
 When Lizzie is removing; ^' >?j 
 The kindness, care and wishes sweet. 
 
 Which every one is sending, ■"' 
 
 They would believe in love's great powet 
 
 "With such would be attending. 
 
 0! fellow travellers, now display ; J 
 
 To her sincerest kindness, . "* ! " 
 If any qhance to show neglect,, ' 
 
 It must be done iti blindness, ^ °'^^?if '^r^ X 
 With gladness I in thought beholfl^tji^rv^^ 
 
 The care, esteem and honor, J '«#* * 
 That all when seeing Lizzie's face, ^ 
 
 Will 'kindly shower upon her. 
 
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 Now far away upon mine ear^ f^ '^ ' 
 
 The train is faintly sounding, 
 And cow bells softly tolling swells 
 
 My sadness that's abounding. 
 Their melody in silence, still 
 
 Lays on my heart all tender, 
 The memory of her loveliness, 
 
 May heaven all blessings send her. 
 
 
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 'MlE AXEMEN'S ADIEIT IS AUTITMST. 
 
 Adieu ! fair Renna, think of me, 
 
 With loving heart and true, 
 For through long winter's dreary hours, 
 
 I'll kindly think of you." 
 
 Remember, Renna, this fair tree, 
 With branches waving green, 
 
 In love wVve oft beneath them sat. 
 As now hath happy been. 
 
 There hath the grey birds pretty voice, 
 With music charmed our ear, 
 
 Our hearts in true joy did respond, 
 And made a Heaven here. 
 
 And every kind of music sweet, 
 
 An.1 trees of every clime, 
 Tn beauty and delightful power. 
 
 Cur fancies brought sublime. 
 
 O 1 Renna, to assist true love, 
 
 Are ready nature's powers, 
 Ihe very grandest she doth own, 
 
 At any time are ours. 
 Those twinkling stars so pure and high, 
 
 That free and ample space, 
 Invites, endears, preserves true love, 
 
 We'll give ours there a place. 
 And from this known, remembered tree, 
 
 Up to the highest star, 
 V/ill sweetness flow we'll feel and see 
 
 Though from each other far. 
 
 The sun will speak us joy each morn, 
 The moon and stars each night, 
 
 And winds that come and go will yield, 
 Loves music with delight. 
 
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 Welcome the famons Christmas mom, 
 Which speaks the day that Christ was bora 
 
 Upon this world ofoure, 
 That day of love and kindness Ingb, 
 When men first heard heaven's melody. 
 
 As sung by Heavenly powera. 
 
 How that grand music thrilled the hearty 
 Far sweeter than the touching art 
 
 That mortals o-wn to sing 
 Even in their joy, as first loved ones 
 More sweet than music that first comes 
 
 From birds returned in Spring, 
 
 The power which from their language flowect, 
 The shepherds hearts so deeply glowed,. 
 
 That nimbly they ran 
 To the appointed place with joy^ 
 To see the Heavenly infant boy. 
 
 To be the wondrous man. 
 
 I shepherds, blessed was your spRere?, 
 When Heavenly ecboes ye could hear, 
 
 That angels, new had sung, 
 Upon redeeming love's great theme, 
 Who first with them from that did gl^anVy 
 
 Heaven's peace on earth begun. 
 
 f Bethelem that held Heaven's King; 
 From thee what visions on the wing 
 Of fancy to us come. 
 The stable echoing his cries, 
 The thoughts, love, care and prophecies,, 
 From wondering one's there wen. 
 
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 The honored shepherd's aiid their flocks, 
 The mountains, vineyards, fields and rocks, 
 
 The charming eastern skies. 
 Made famous as the happy way 
 That angels came to sing the lay 
 
 Of love's sublime surprise. 
 
 The eternal truth the love divine, 
 There did in human weakness chime, 
 
 Subject to human power, 
 The one whose love was to unite. 
 Mankind unto the Heavenly light, 
 
 Among all joys, the flower. 
 
 Though all tlie ages has made known, 
 Since then with truest powers of song, 
 
 Christ's marvelous birthday, 
 With instruments of every voice, 
 Wiih all the arts which men rejoice, 
 
 In gi'and combined array. 
 
 Though men of wisdom, fame and power, 
 In lands of every tree and flower, 
 
 Doth spe^k in rapturous tones, 
 In honor of the great event. 
 And humble ones in sweet content. 
 
 Make joys at their own homes^ 
 
 A nd though the world is full of light, 
 By Christ's gi*eat finished work so^ight, 
 
 Yet has no music flowed, 
 Nor language of more thought and love, 
 That doth the heart more sweetly move, 
 
 As then of Christ bestowed. 
 
 Heaven's kind k)ve offering to the low. 
 The honors wisdom did bestow, 
 Attendants angels skies. 
 
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 Their memories yearly teaches men, 
 As through the seasons springs the gem, 
 That best make thoughts arise. 
 
 No virtues that sweet spring bestows, 
 Can yield such grand inspiring throes, 
 
 As what flows from this day; • - 
 
 Heaven's wondrons love doth freshly beam, 
 ur heaven sent dignity is seen, ./ 
 
 And all free from decay. r 4^ : 
 
 ! let us lay all barriers low, 
 
 That pride 'tween man and man makes grow» 
 
 Let love and kindness tower, v ^ 
 
 Let gratitude in each heart spiing, ^^ 
 In honor to the loving Kinof, 
 
 Who wrought such loving power. 
 
 
 I robin thou art singing well, - >; ' 
 Upon that lofty bough, 
 
 1 and another watched thee their, 
 
 Who cannot watch thee now. 
 
 ' riiou art as beautiful and glad, 
 Thy song as sweet and clear, 
 
 As in the by -gone days, but now 
 Ye draw the real tear. 
 
 The loved one that heard with me^ 
 
 Thy soul exalting voice. 
 No more beside an earthly poM^ei 
 
 Can, sorrow or rejoice. 
 
 Her joy expressed, and seen and felt, 
 
 I can behold no more 
 A nd feeling this thy touching strainsv 
 
 Makes greater sorrows store. 
 
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 Thou then the singer li<itners we, •■ * 
 
 All cheered with happiness, 
 The change takes that from none but T, 
 
 Who's left to meet distress. 
 
 Yet sing, although thy strains fill not, 
 
 The lonely vacancy, 
 1 11 list in silent thought and feel, 
 
 Her memory dear and thee. 
 
 Although such joys return no more, 
 'Tis sweet to feel their powers, 
 
 Ee-echoed by a friendly voice, 
 Now so and in past hours. 
 
 'Tis like the soothing breeze at night, 
 
 That oft so sweetly sighs, 
 Which in the day with waves and flowers, 
 
 Hath pleased our heart and eyes. 
 
 Or like tlie charming nightly sky, 
 Which draws our thoughts on^high, 
 
 That also helps the light of day, 
 Mrth's gems to beautify. 
 
 A WINTER liUIiliABY. 
 
 The bright moom is shining pure, peaceful and clear, 
 The stars shine in glo.y up in their high sphere, 
 The gentle wind flows in its own happy way, 
 And the beautiful snosv befoie it doth play. 
 
 The moon her sweet influence semleth us down. 
 The stars with their meekness our needy hearts crown, 
 And the beautiful snow, the musical wind, 
 From those high resources what bhss do we find. 
 
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 With kindness they cheer us so high us they are, 
 
 They make our hearts' treasures subliraer by far, 
 
 The grand beaming moon through my window, doth shinp, 
 
 And lays on ray baby a beauty divine. 
 
 Who in her soft cradle so peacefully sleeps, 
 
 The beauty and innocence harmony keep>«, 
 
 Every smile in her dreams tells a story uf iovo, 
 
 And respondings meet thei^ from the brii^ht stars above, 
 
 •vv-^.s V, OUBOWHr 8MALI.NES8. 
 
 Where e'er we stand to gaze in earnest thought, 
 We find tl>e smallest beauty on that spot, 
 And when our spirits beam in joy like June, 
 'Tis other ones that sets our hearts in tune. 
 
 To An Amiable Olrl Under I<onir Aflaiction. 
 
 Amanda, I fret at the by-passing hours, 
 That brings not to thee thy wonted health's powers, 
 When thy foot it was swift, and thine arm it was strong, 
 And thy voice rang aloud in the merriest song. 
 
 When the leaves of the garden trees merrily played, 
 In dance to the music the breezes there made, 
 Thy foot it was ready a«d so was thy heart, 
 To accompany their glee in motion as smart. 
 
 When the eyes of affection did cheerfully view, 
 The grace that with thee and thy happiness grew, 
 Which spread sweetest hope and true joy evervwhere 
 As a biid on the tree makes the branches all fair. 
 
 Those times, 1 they linger to cheer us again. 
 Like a slow forming cloud which we hope will give rain, 
 When a drought doth endanger the fruits of the earth, 
 More sadness to us this lingering gives birth. 
 
 Yet a world of sweet health is more in thine eye. 
 Whose scenes make thee fearless from this one to fly, 
 The worth of us mortals our great destiny, 
 Thou'rt honored to teach us though we sigh and love thee. 
 
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 UiUg Mfinter'H Happy Song Of His KEenr SfcateMU 
 
 (Sung on a beautiful moonlight night in December 1884, when he had 
 prepared the ice like a mirror suitable for a grand turn out _^on tlie 
 Bkate. ] 
 
 Our Winter ruler young nnd merry, 
 Kejoicing in the night so cheery. 
 
 Did tl)U3 declare to me : ' *^i' '* 't*>u.:v u*^:^ ~ 
 J am so honored with the joy -:'A^^-"^:''' -^\?''^^:' :,'."' '''■^^\",\ 
 Of those who on the skates do fly, 
 
 I've eon»e to sing with thee. 
 
 
 And when we had corae by the lake, 
 A joyous leap the king did make, ^ ^ 
 
 And gave a happy shout, 
 And played around me three times three^ 
 And Ckjed the merry skaters, see, 
 
 My hearty song must out. 
 
 What king would not high leap and sing. 
 To own such power those ones to bring 
 
 In such great bands in glee ; 
 From good old Maine to Hudson Bay, 
 I'm happy in my virtuous sway, ^, ,. 
 
 My subjects virtuous be. - 
 
 There's happiness in every heart, 
 All take a true and worthy pait, 
 
 In peace and sympathy ; 
 The summer king in all his train;' '^"' 
 Of mildness, glory, waving grain. 
 
 No sweeter joys can see. 
 
 What mortals wish they here obtain 
 The glorious envied art i gain. 
 
 To place them 'mo.^ the powers; 
 That's famed for swiltness, winds so higfi. 
 The locomotive flying by, 
 
 The bird that" swiftly towers. 
 
 The feeling must give raptures high, 
 
 To know as summer waves thev flv. 
 
 And rolls a grander song. 
 
 
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 To feel that 'neath my blizzards roal", ''S'*' 
 They'd laugh and gain the desired shore, 
 E'er he was them amonj;. . ,, 
 
 How grand to have the liird's swift ^ing, 
 Where'er desire its eye may fling, 
 
 As swiftly there to go, 
 To imitate with graceful mien, •«! 
 
 The evolutionary scene, > . , 
 
 That stricken watertj show. 
 
 If chance brings there a thought of wops^ 
 That sin and fate to them bestows, 
 
 That most oppressive are, 
 They aim to yon pure, sinless light. 
 In swift, true, longing happy flight, 
 
 The blsssed evening star. . ■/ ■ " 
 
 These hours to them will ave be dear, 
 i'or many happy ones now here. 
 
 May soon be far away \ 
 And magic joys their presence gave, ' ■ >/' 
 When absent will a true tear crave, 
 
 'Neath thought and memory's sway. ? 
 
 But now how charming to the heart, • . ' 
 To see each other pleased and smart. 
 
 That graceful lad, that lass; .^^.,^ > ^ 
 Did ever one go in such grace, " ^.^^ , ,,. 
 
 That gallant form, that moonlit face, , . 
 
 The moon herself doth pass. ; . , , . ; 
 
 That language, ! how dear and sweet * "' ^^ 
 Unto the heart and ear complete, * ' 
 
 Its strains must come more near, i - ;e 
 Cannot do otherwise, for love 
 
 Hath on the flying skates turned dove, f '- 
 
 To make its music wear. "'''''■::-^:h 
 
 Kow, I King winter oft despised,; 
 Called dull and stern is littl'3 prized, 
 
 Yet I have sung a^MP g 
 Of gratitude and cheerTPU joy. 
 To waft its strains, thy pen employ, 
 
 And tell I merits own. 
 
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E3 K/ K. -A. T -A. 
 
 On 1st page, first line of sixth verse shoulil read I 
 
 " Of high honors given some may on the bloom '\ 
 
 On 4th page, lOtli line read 
 
 ' " Receiving gratitude for worth and love." 
 
 Page 21, 4th line 2nd verse, read 
 
 " That's in thy aerial sphere " 
 
 Page 2(5, 5th line 4th verse, read 
 
 " Who first with them from that did glean."