And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts whose truth was proven Like thine are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth, And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine . It should be mine to braid it While memory bids me weep thee, That mourns a man like thee. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. And every form that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion glows divinely there. What potent spirit guides the raptured eye power, The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour? Or if she hold an image to the view, That pours remotest rapture on the sight; Thine is the charm of life's bewildered way That calls each slumbering passion into play. Waked by thy touch, I see the sister band, On tiptoe watching, start at thy command, And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer To Pleasure's path or Glory's bright career. THOMAS CAMPBELL. The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; If the friend who embraced in prosperity's Thus from afar each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been, glow, With a smile for each joy and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds | Light is my heart since the day we were are arrayed, plighted; I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you choose them, Or after you've kissed them they'll lie on my bosom ; Should they who are dearest-the son of thy I'll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you; Or sabre and shield to a knight without And oh, when Death comes in his terrors to cast I'll His fears on the future, his pall on the past, armor; sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me, In that moment of darkness, with hope in Then, wandering, I'll wish you in silence to thy heart And a smile in thine eye, look aloft and depart. COME JONATHAN LAWRENCE. THE WELCOME. love me. We'll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie ; We'll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy; river, ME in the evening or come in the We'll look on the stars, and we'll list to the morning, Come when you're looked for or come with- Till you ask of your darling what gift you out warning, can give her. Kisses and welcome you'll find here before Oh, she'll whisper you, "Love as unchangeably beaming, you; And the oftener you come here, the more I'll And trust, when in secret, most tunefully Till the starlight of heaven above us shall | If with no lawless fire it gleamed, quiver But through the dews of kindness beamed, As our souls flow in one down eternity's That eye shall be for ever bright river." When stars and sun are sunk in night. So come in the evening or come in the morn- Within this hollow cavern hung you; And the oftener you come here, the more I'll This silent tongue shall plead for thee adore you. That homage should be paid to the Most There is a temple, one not. made with hands The vaulted firmament. Far in the woods, THE THE PALACES OF ARABY. HE palaces of Araby! How beautiful they were, Rearing their golden pinnacles unto the sunny air 'Mid fragrant groves of spice and balm and waving orange trees, And clear-toned fountains sparkling up to kiss the passing breeze! The palaces of Araby! Oh, still there is a dream, The man of God will pass the Sabbath noon; A vision, on my brain of all as long extinct Silence his praise, his disembodied thoughts, and dim; They rise upon my fancy yet, vast, beautiful | That dream hath fled, that pageant passed: Unreal things and vain, and grand, As in past centuries they stood through all Why rise ye up so vividly, so brightly, to that radiant land. The palaces of Araby! Pale forms of marble mould Were ranged in every stately hall, white, glittering and cold, And urns of massive crystal bright stood on each marble floor, The my brain? desert hath no palaces, the sands no fountain-stream, And the brave and beautiful are frail and shadowy as my dream. The palaces of Araby! Oh, there is not a stone Where odors of a thousand lands burned To mark the splendor and the pride for ever brightly evermore. The palaces of Araby! Vast mirrors shrined in gold Gave back from every lofty wall splendor a thousand fold, crushed and gone; The lonely traveller hears no more the sound of harp and lute, And the fountain-voices glad and clear for evermore are mute. And the gleaming of uncounted gems and Lost Araby, lost Araby, the world's extinthe blaze of odorous light guished light, Streamed down from every fretted dome Thou liest dark and desolate, a thing of shame magnificently bright. I see them now-" so fancy deems"—those bright Arabian girls Binding with glittering gems and flowers their dark and flowing curls, Or sweeping with their long rich robes. throughout those marble halls, Or holding in their rose-clad bowers gay, gorgeous festivals. I see them now-" so fancy deems "-those warriors high and bold Draining their draughts of ruby wine from cups of massive gold, Or dashing on their battle-steeds like meteors to the war With the dazzling gleam of helm and shield and jewelled scimitar. and blight; Rome hath her lofty ruins yet; Greece smiles amid her tears: In thee alone we find no trace, no wreck, of other years. CATHERINE A. WARFIELD and ELEANOR P. LEE. MUSIC. OH, lull me, lull me, charming air; My senses rock with wonder sweet { Like snow on wool thy fallings are; Soft like a spirit's are thy feet. Grief who need fear That hath an ear? Down let him lie, And slumbering die, And change his soul for harmony. WILLIAM STRODE. |