17 seems we may no place like home! to hallow us there. A charm from the sky which, seek through the world, is neer met with elsewhere! Home, home, - sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home! there's no place like home ! John Howard Fayne. / св POEMS OF THE AFFECTIONS. FRIENDSHIP. BENEDICITE. GOD's love and peace be with thee, where Whether through city casements comes It freshens o'er thy thoughtful face, Imparting, in its glad embrace, Beauty to beauty, grace to grace ! Fair Nature's book together read, The hills we climbed, the river seen Where'er I look, where'er I stray, O'er lapse of time and change of scene, Thou lack'st not Friendship's spellword, nor With these good gifts of God is cast If, then, a fervent wish for thee The sighing of a shaken reed, - COME then, my friend! my genius! come along; O, while along the stream of time thy name ALEXANDER Pope. A GENEROUS friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. POPE'S ILIAD. PARTED FRIENDS. FRIEND after friend departs : Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blesséd clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire. There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines, Nor sink those stars in empty night; JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. [Died in New York, September, 1820.] GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine, It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, While memory bids me weep thee, That mourns a man like thee. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. EARLY FRIENDSHIP. THE half-seen memories of childish days, FRIENDSHIP. AUBREY De Vere. HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man HAM. be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, those Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him SHAKESPEARE. OLD MATTHEW A CONVERSATION. We talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke And gurgled at our feet. "Now, Matthew!" said I, "let us match This water's pleasant tune With some old border-song, or catch "Or of the church-clock and the chimes In silence Matthew lay, and eyed The spring beneath the tree; And thus the dear old man replied, The gray-haired man of glee :→ "No check, no stay, this Streamlet fears, How merrily it goes! "T will murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows. "And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. "My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears "Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what Age takes away Than what it leaves behind. "The black bird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. "With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free: ""T is true," I'd not believe them more than thee, All-noble Marcius. - Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where-against |