THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN.

THE halcyon hangs o'er ocean, The sea-lark skims the brine; This bright world's all in motion, No heart seems sad but mine.

To walk through sun-bright places, With heart all cold the while; To look in smiling faces,

When we no more can smile;

To feel, while earth and heaven
Around thee shine with bliss,
To thee no light is given,-
Oh, what a doom is this!

THE WORLD WAS HUSH'D.

THE world was hush'd, the moon above Sail'd through ether slowly,

When, near the casement of my love,

Thus I whisper'd lowly,“Awake, awake, how canst thou sleep?

"The field I seek to-morrow

"Is one where man hath fame to reap, "And woman gleans but sorrow."

"Let battle's field be what it may,"

Thus spoke a voice replying, "Think not thy love, while thou'rt away, "Will here sit idly sighing. "No-woman's soul, if not for fame,

"For love can brave all danger!" Then forth from out the casement came A plumed and armed stranger.

A stranger? No; 'twas she, the maid,
Herself before me beaming,
With casque array'd, and falchion blade
Beneath her girdle gleaming!
Close side by side, in freedom's fight,
That blessed morning found us;
In Vict'ry's light we stood ere night,
And Love, the morrow, crown'd us!

THE TWO LOVES.

THERE are two Loves, the poet sings, Both born of Beauty at a birth: The one, akin to heaven, hath wings, The other, earthly, walks on earth.

THE LEGEND OF PUCK THE FAIRY. WOULDST know what tricks, by the pale moonlight, Are play'd by me, the inerry little Sprite, Who wing through air from the camp to the court, From king to clown, and of all make sport;