The Heart to speak in vain essayed,
Nor could his purpose reach-
His will nor voice nor tongue obeyed,
His silence was his speech.

Mark thou their difference, child of earth!
While each performs his part,
Not all the lip can speak is worth
The silence of the heart.

HAIL COLUMBIA

HAIL, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.

Firm, united, let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.

Immortal patriots! rise once more:
Defend your rights, defend your shore:
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies
Of toil and blood the well-earned prize.
While offering peace sincere and just,
In Heaven we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice will prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm, united, etc.

Sound, sound, the trump of Fame!
Let WASHINGTON's great name

Ring through the world with loud applause,

Ring through the world with loud applause;

Let every clime to Freedom dear,
Listen with a joyful ear.

With equal skill, and godlike power.
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war; or guides, with ease,
The happier times of honest peace.

Firm, united, etc.

Behold the chief who now commands,
Once more to serve his country, stands

The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;
But, armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you.
When hope was sinking in dismay,
And glooms obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death or liberty.

Firm, united, let us be, Rallying round our Liberty; As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find.

SONG

WHO has robbed the ocean cave,
To tinge thy lips with coral hue ?
Who from India's distant wave

For thee those pearly treasures drew ?
Who, from yonder orient sky,
Stole the morning of thine eye?

Thousand charms, thy form to deck, From sea, and earth, and air are torn;

Roses bloom upon thy cheek,

On thy breath their fragrance borne.
Guard thy bosom from the day,
Lest thy snows should melt away.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that ST. NICHOLAS Soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my сар,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the

With a little old driver, so lively and

quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they

came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they

flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nich

olas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

Though ages long have past

Since our Fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast,

O'er untravelled seas to roam,

Yet lives the blood of England in our veins !
And shall we not proclaim
That blood of honest fame
Which no tyranny can tame
By its chains?

While the language free and bold
Which the bard of Avon sung,
In which our Milton told

How the vault of heaven rung
When Satan, blasted, fell with his host;-
While this, with reverence meet,
Ten thousand echoes greet,
From rock to rock repeat
Round our coast; ·

ROSALIE

"O POUR upon my soul again

That sad, unearthly strain,

That seems from other worlds to plain; Thus falling, falling from afar,

As if some melancholy star

Had mingled with her light her sighs, And dropped them from the skies!

"No,

never came from aught below This melody of woe,

That makes my heart to overflow,
As from a thousand gushing springs
Unknown before; that with it brings
This nameless light,

if light it be,That veils the world I see.

"For all I see around me wears

The hue of other spheres; And something blent of smiles and tears Comes from the very air I breathe. O, nothing, sure, the stars beneath Can mould a sadness like to this,

So like angelic bliss.”