"Let the current, smooth and peaceful, • Earth is changed, but heaven is won !” In answer to "Spiritual Presence," and " A Lay of Sadness." Dear one! I never saw thy face; I never clasp thy hand; Yet, thou art near me when I greet The birds, who in their darkened cage, The color of thine eyes,-thy hair,— But thy sweet presence dwells with me,, Weaving a holy spell. Yes; I have read thy touching lays, Penned in thy forest home; And when bow'd down by grief and pain, Knew I was not alone. When busy with my household cares, I've seen thee at thy daily toil, If there are seasons when thy soul, Though shackled and bound, hand and foot, Thou'lt never be dismayed; For that blest hand shall still clasp thine, Even as thou hast prayed. Child-like in heart, oh! blest-most blest! Though earthly gifts denied ; Then come to me, the vacant seat I, too, am weary, sad and lone; Yes; I could tell a tale to thee, That e'en thy blood would chill ; Of strivings for the strength and trust, If independent thou canst act, Deem not thy cup of misery full, Toil on! Thou'lt reach thy home. Let not thy pen be silent long, For eager eyes do scan The page, to find thy simple name, Farewell! though distance sunder wide; My blessings! though I may not see For thou art one of that dear flock- [Written for Burritt's Citizen.] AN APPEAL TO WOMAN. "O, thou slothful and slow of heart! rise up in the strength of thy womanhood, and Christ shall give thee light!" Oh! let me speak, though but a " flute-note tone" I will not let that humbling thought have power I call on woman! Say ye, "tis in vain ?" That the obscure's low voice will not be heard? Up, then, ye mothers! daughters of the land! Up, and no longer gainst the cause be found. For, could you hear the smothered cry of woe, Bursting from sorrow's crushed and bleeding heart— (War's legacy ;) oh! not with footsteps slow, You'd lend your aid to rend its chain apart. -- Tis woman's mission, and she'll brave all scorn ;- Yes; there are Frys and Lacans o'er the sea, The hydra-headed monster shall be crushed; IN MEMORY OF How shall we mourn thee? With a lofty trust, Through shades and mysteries, lifts a glance of love, And yet can weep, for nature thus deplores The friend who leaves us, though for happier shores. HEMANS. Yes; we will mourn thee "with a lofty trust," Though 'reft of thy loved presence evermore! Though earth be darkened, Heaven's decrees are just ; For thou hast gained, at last, the eternal shore. Listening, we almost fancy we can hear The glad, glad welcome that salutes thine ear. Earth has one angel less for me to greet, When worn and weary, with life's care and pain; For well I knew, that, were the power thine, Darling, 'tis hard to know I never more Shall sit beside thee, clasping that dear hand; Now, all is clear to thee; thou 'rt with the blest. Gone-yet thou still art near! we 'll commune oft, Shall make the midnight darkness noonday bright. |