The Spirit of Mortal The leaves of the oak, and the willow shall fade, The infant a mother attended and loved, 321 The maid on whose brow, on whose cheek, in whose eye, Are the memories of mortals who loved her and praised. The head of the king, that the sceptre hath borne; The brow of the priest, that the mitre hath worn; The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap; So the multitude goes, like the flower or weed, For we are the same that our fathers have been; The thoughts we are thinking our fathers did think; They loved, but the story we cannot unfold; They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold; They grieved-but no wail from their slumber will come; They joyed-but the tongue of their gladness is dumb. They died,-ah! they died;-we, things that are now, Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain, And the smile and the tear, and the song and the dirge, 'Tis the wink of an eye; 'tis the draught of a breath From the blossom of health to the paleness of death, From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud; O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? William Knox. OW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP, Now I PRAY THEE, LORD, MY SOUL TO KEEP; IF I SHOULD DIE BEFORE I WAKE, I PRAY THEE, LORD, MY SOUL TO TAKE. AND THIS I ASK FOR JESUS' SAKE. AMEN. GENERAL INDEX Abou Ben Adhem, 126. Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe Abroad in the meadows to see Ah, Mary, my Mary, why, Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM, 46, 63. American Flag, The, 237. And wherefore do the poor com- And where's the land of Used-to- ANONYMOUS, 2, 7, 11, 13, 34, 37, Armada, The, 241. As Joseph was a-walking, 92. As slow our ship her foamy Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, The, 127. At evening when the lamp is At midnight, in his guarded Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise; Auld Lang Syne, 173. "AUNT EFFIE"-Ann Hawk- Baby, baby, lay your head, Baby May, 88. Banks o' Doon, The, 232. Battle-Hymn of the Republic, Battle of Blenheim, The, 129. Birds are singing round my Bivouac of the Dead, The, 300. Blind Highland Boy, The, 145. Boy stood on the burning deck, Boy and the Skylark, The, 111. BREWER, EBENEZER COBHAM, |