Then left the dark scene, whence it slowly retired,
As love had just vanished, or hope had expired.
I gazed not alone on the source of my song,
To all who beheld it these verses belong;

Its presence to all was the path of the Lord;
Each full heart expanded, grew warm, and adored.
Like a visit, the converse of friends, and a day,
That bow from my sight passed forever away;
Like that visit, that converse, that day, on my
heart,

That bow from remembrance can never depart.
"T is a picture in memory distinctly defined
With the strong and unperishing colors of mind;
A part of my being beyond my control,

Beheld on that cloud, and transcribed on my soul.

J. HOLLAND.

Wealth not Happiness.

I have tasted each varied pleasure,
And drank of the cup of delight;
I have danced to the gayest measure,
In the halls of dazzling light.

I have dwelt in a blaze of splendor,
And stood in the court of kings;

I have snatched at each toy, that would render
More rapid the flight of time's wings.

But vainly I've sought for joy or peace
In the life of light and shade;

And I turn with a sigh to my own dear home,
That home where my childhood played.

When jewels are sparkling round me,
And dazzling with their rays,

I weep for ties that bound me
In life's first early days.

I sigh for one of the sunny hours,

Ere day was turned to night;

For one of my nosegays of fresh wild flowers,

Instead of those jewels bright.

MRS. NORTON.

To Harriet B, two years of age.

Sweet little girl! thy 'witching smile

That beams so pure and bright;

Thy merry playfulness, betokes
Thy innocent delight.

Such loveliness! I know not which
Our hearts would soonest win,
The pearls within thy little mouth,
Or dimples in thy chin.

Thy little hands, so pure and white,
So cunningly the test;

So young, and yet thou knowest well,
The ones that love thee best.

May future years still give to thee
A clear unclouded brow;
And innocence and loveliness,

Be with thee, then as now.

J. M. F.

Sunset.

The sun sinks broadly in the west;
And fainter as his radiance glows,
Scarce heeded falls o'er nature's breast
The languor of a soft repose.

Each breeze is hushed, each leaf is still, -
The wild bird pours his song no more;
And gliding round yon graceful hill,

The meek stream laves the silent shore.

Oh, vain as fair, thou fleeting light!

Who now may in thy charms confide?
So shine earth's pageants, false and bright,
And pass like sails on ocean's tide.
In swift succession onward go

To live and fail, day after day; Thus human joys deceitful glow,

And fade like waning light away.

I've wandered oft amid these bowers,
And heard sweet notes from every bough;
And quaffed their fragrance from the flowers,
Where all is sad and silent now.

But those in ruddy morning's smile

Shall live and bloom as bright again;

I, constant in my grief the while,

I, gloom unchanged alone remain. E. F. ELLET.

Hearts we Love.

They talk of homes amid the wild,
And fancy decks them forth
With every charm that ever smiled

To beautify the earth

Yet sure I am the purest flame

E'er human heart did move,

Is that sweet light that burneth bright In happy hearts we love.

The sailor sails upon the sea;
His heart, his home is there;
The spirit's veriest witchery

Comes in that spot and air;

He proud will roam and dare the foam,

And all its wonders prove,

Yet sure we are no rest is there

Like that in hearts we love.

And one will find his home in fame,

Another in his gain,

And some despise a glorious name

And riot in the mean;

With different mind they each will find

A joy, a thing to move;

And such it is, but not the bliss

That lives in hearts we love.