Not to the shades shall the youth descend who for country hath perished;

Hebe awaits him in heaven, welcomes him there with

her smile:

There, at the banquet divine, the patriot spirit is cherished; Gods love the young who ascend pure from the funeral pile.

Not to Elysian fields, by the still, oblivious river;

Not to the isles of the blest, over the blue rolling sea; But on Olympian heights shall dwell the devoted forever; There shall assemble the good, there the wise, valiant, and free.

Ch, then, how great for our country to die, in the fron rank to perish

Firm with our breast to the foe, Victory's shout in ou

ear!

Iong they our statues shall crown, in songs our memo cherish;

We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the swe music to hear.

Hannah F. Gould.

THE SNOW-FLAKE.

TOW, if I fall, will it be my lot

"NOW,

To be cast in some low and lonely spo

To melt, and to sink unseen or forgot?

And then will my course be ended?"

"Twas thus a feathery Snow-Flake said,

As down through the measureless space it strayed

Or, as half by dalliance, half afraid,

It seemed in mid air suspended.

“Oh, no,” said the Earth," thou shalt not lie,
Neglected and lone, on my lap to die,
Thou pure and delicate child of the sky,
For thou wilt be safe in my keeping;
But, then, I must give thee a lovelier form;
Thou'lt not be a part of the wintry storm,
But revive when the sunbeams are yellow and warm,
And the flowers from my bosom are peeping.

"And then thou shalt have thy choice to be
Restored in the lily that decks the lea,
In the jessamine bloom, the anemone,
Or aught of thy spotless whiteness;

To melt, and be cast in a glittering bead,

With the pearls that the night scatters over the mead, In the cup where the bee and the fire-fly feed,

Regaining thy dazzling brightness;—

"To wake, and be raised from thy transient sleep, When Viola's mild blue eye shall weep,

In a tremulous tear, or a diamond leap

In a drop from the unlocked fountain;

Or, leaving the valley, the meadow, and heath,
The streamlet, the flowers, and all beneath,

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go and be wove in the silvery wreath Encircling the brow of the mountain.

Or, wouldst thou return to a home in the skies, To shine in the Iris I'll let thee arise,

And appear in the many and glorious dyes

A pencil of sunbeams is blending.

But true, fair thing, as my name is Earth,
I'll give thee a new and vernal birth,
When thou shalt recover thy primal worth,
And never regret descending."

"Then I will drop," said the trusting Flake;
"But bear it in mind, that the choice I make
Is not in the flowers nor the dew to awake,

Nor the mist that shall pass with the morning; For, things of thyself, they expire with thee; But those that are lent from on high, like me, They rise, and will live, from thy dust set free, To the regions above returning.

"And if true to thy word, and just thou art, Like the spirit that dwells in the holiest heart, Unsullied by thee, thou wilt let me depart,

And return to my native heaven;

For I would be placed in the beautiful bow,
From time to time, in thy sight to glow-
So thou mayst remember the Flake of Snow
By the promise that God hath given."

WH

Unfurled her standard to the air,

She tore the azure robe of Night,

And set the stars of glory there.

She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white,
With streakings of the morning light;
Then from his mansion in the sun
She called her eagle-bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land.

II.

Majestic monarch of the cloud,
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
To hear the tempest-trumpings loud,
And see the lightning-lances driven,

When strive the warriors of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven-
Child of the sun! to thee 'tis given
To guard the banner of the free,
To hover in the sulphur-smoke,
To ward away the battle-stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar,
Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!

III.

Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
The sign of hope and triumph high,
When speaks the signal trumpet-tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on.
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet,
Each soldier eye shall brightly turn
To where thy sky-born glories burn;

And as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.
And when the cannon-mouthings loud
Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud,
And gory sabres rise and fall

Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall,-
Then shall thy meteor-glances glow,
And cowering foes shall sink beneath
Each gallant arm that strikes below
That lovely messenger of Death.

IV.

Flag of the seas! on ocean-wave
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;
When Death, careering on the gale,
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back
Before the broadside's reeling rack,
Each dying wanderer of the sea
Shall look at once to heaven and thee,
And smile to see thy splendours fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.

V.

Flag of the free heart's hope and home!
By angel-hands to Valour given-

Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us'