The Costliest Gift. The everlasting hills Rear their cold crested summits to the sky, Put far the gross, the treacherous, sensual thing; Dimmed by the moth from off his wing, Slack'ning the soul-harp's most melodious string, False hath the glitterer proved. The diamond-lighted grot Of deep Golconda hath a blazing store; Till coral coffers can contain no more, Bid them pour largely out. No! no!- affection's debt Can ne'er be cancelled by a boon like this. The subtlest spell Omnipotence hath wrought, The truest autographs of worldless thought, Ever with blessing and wild worship sought: Yes, bring the sacred flowers. No! And meet on friendship's altar stone to lay : Search not the generous earth: Rob not her bosom of its cherished things, Nor take the morning's blue and golden wings To drain full goblets from ethereal springs; These have but dying worth. Hath love no more to give? No greener garland for its idol's fane? Give, then, to overbear Folly, temptation, weakness, fear and sin, Give "helping tears" and prayer. Unfold the glorious way Which spirits of an immortal name have trod, Light to regain the track, (Lost for a while 'mid those that downward tend,) Strength to press onward, bravely onward, lend Till Hope and Faith triumphantly shall blend, Ne'er to turn faltering back! Oh! 't is a nobler thing, One earth-wrought bond from off a soul to break, S. H. BROWNE. The Broken Heart. Now lock my chamber-door, father, No earthly sleep can ease my heart, For there's a pang at my young heart Oh! let me lie and weep my fill O'er wounds that heal can never; Or how can heart of maiden bear Oh! why should vows so fondly made, |